Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he told me kill 'em
for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm
Twin pistol shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
Dead faces my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you a damn you can push that Lac
Push that on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a hate, man fuck them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and the fame
I into something they never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving was payback
Nigga where that at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
When that gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon
Now we hard like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her down, no teeth
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas over
Toll by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling in my old school, I feel like the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even stick my out
She wiggled and wobble,
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' right you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas'
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
there's a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more than others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
fire though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that Night
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
That white sit
Like a slight slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids didn't like Jackson
Barnes their hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
Don't move with the
Dress the toast like let's win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati his best friends
When I die, tell to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
My man's on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, gray
tops like release dates, Vado