Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You like a hundred up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] thing, she [?], she can pour my cup
Copping pink dollars in your tee,
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I 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, glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated know I make it and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga and bring my hundred thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, super slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime this up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], that's a compliment, (Straight up)
Ballin' the Lakers want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)

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

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just 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 like a crime spree, talk to me (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 it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, the luck (Luck)
that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm 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 gon' wipe you before you 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 cup and champagne
Come through in [?] automatics, say
[?] how start to believe
Coming through with no top, she showin' in D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and
Over, up the top and she got