Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, 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
on any street, swear I will mark any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
Walk in my house you can meet my
And you a damn you can push that Lac
that Benz on, push that '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 seat recline, top 10 charts, I reside
Got me a ?

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

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

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think they close to me
Tell em they close to
You poser ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know there's a lot of
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
Murray the winner, he he really
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 Quick
Get rough With me, that Night
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly of noise
Who gon' tell me that I going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Zero
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been it but here though
Don't move the weirdos
pimpin' the toast like let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his best
When I die, tell them to my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My on, see him, we stomp 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
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado