Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

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

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas wanted the same
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept and its my turn and
Real my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I that hate
When I got ? I just feel so safe
I put it to mug, you ain't gon' wake
that thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' like 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 twist and talk with they fingers
Man but ain't no sign language
Fresh out of the
a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So ask me why they strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And buy you a bottle
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you em' right beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
there's a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
fire though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get rough me, that Night flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
That white sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by if you write this shit
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You niggas
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The towers fell, turning to Zero
Kids like Reggie Jackson
Barnes their hero
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my 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
on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through truck on, seats gray
tops like release dates, Vado