Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get that Richard Millie, bust it down,
I made you get that 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 mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got gang (Two million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex serving
Yeah, [?] thing, she [?], she can pour my cup
Copping pink dollars in your tee,
[?], told the magazine, (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I be)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets,
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese,
I gettin' my check before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Freeband (It's lit)

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

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the label to sign me
Uh, me and connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I his face, seen it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the (Luck)
Keep that, keep ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't me (That ain't like me)
with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with 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)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

me
Backin' out off the cave, we built shit out for pain
In the cup it built, I'm cup and champagne
through in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how start to believe
through with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and
Over, up the top and she got