Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I you get that Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping pink in your tee, yeah
[?], told the magazine, (Super)
Bitch, I'm on end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I might be)
good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I'm
Bitch, X-rated know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that 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 slime this bitch up (Alright)
so froze, you know what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
like the Lakers want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you 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 called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel a crime spree, talk 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 flight to France, tryna sight-see (On flights, brrat)
'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, it up (Up)
I went on the stand, the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, the Devil, Keep the luck (Luck)
that, keep 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 ain't like me (That like me)
Scotts with no strings, you tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the 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, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

me
Backin' out off the cave, we built this shit out for
In the cup it built, I'm cup and champagne
Come in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how they start to
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