Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

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

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they 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 more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, seen it) Yup, on his tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, on, brrt)
Private to France, tryna sight-see (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, that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with 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 Hype for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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