Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

(Remix)
Travis Scott Feat. Future, Young & M.I.A.

Haha,

I made you get that Richard Millie, bust it down,
I made you get that right there, bust it down, bitch
I from out the jungle with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, my first Rolex serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping pink in your tee, yeah
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets,
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese,
I been gettin' my check before a new album, might up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated know I make it and lightning (Yeah)
that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime this up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the label to sign me
Uh, me and connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up million, told the Devil, Keep the luck (Luck)
Keep that, keep ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yeah, yep, in my tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)
in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

me
Backin' out off the cave, we built this shit out for
In the cup it built, I'm double cup and
Come through in [?] automatics, say
[?] how start to believe
Coming through with no top, she in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and
Over, up the top and she got