Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
for the Beamer, Kudos 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 mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through chemistry
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some swag
Dead faces keep my in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck bitches, ain't trying to get laid
in my house you can meet my maid
And you a damn you can push that Lac
that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real nigga shit, tell no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

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

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

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think they close to me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know there's a lot of
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Mandela
That's though.
One for the 305, though
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to find Quick
Get With me, that Night flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this
Nigga and right minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch of noise
Who gon' me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

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