Luyện nghe bài hát Future

I am the streets, the
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the
They money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin'

now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't to get laid
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck guys
Real nigga shit, don't no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me like Obama
all I want is change
And my niggas wanted the same
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
nigga my hood confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was starving was payback
Nigga where that at?
all your artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I feel that
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke I got no lungs
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got them
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling in my old school, I feel like the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So ask me why they strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And buy you a bottle
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just look like a boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As grandma saying she's

dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some think close to seeing me
em they close to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas'
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
there's a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
fire though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, Night flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a slight wrist
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids didn't like Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
Don't move the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the like let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my to stretch Benz rims on it
My man's on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you have no clout, the on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops like release dates,