Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me 'em, he just told me kill 'em
for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I it, Kudos to the killer
sittin' 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 through your fitted T, pull this through chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
Dead faces keep my in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can meet my
And you give a damn you can push Lac
Push that Benz on, that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real nigga shit, don't no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

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

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they twist and talk they fingers
Man but ain't no sign language
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're likely to crash (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I over shine, ain't no over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I we're going overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even stick my out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just look like a boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic
Some think they to seeing me
Tell em they close to
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas'
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write shit
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
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'
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

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