Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any
Spread this to the industry, lyrics a chopper piece
Flow right your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third
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
pistol shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
them 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, push 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
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 the same
I wanted the money and never the
I turned into something never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I kept burning and its my 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 starving was payback
Nigga where that at?
all your artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel hate
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When that thing 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 down, no teeth
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
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
you're most 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 style
But I over shine, ain't no over Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got on paper
This just look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As saying she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic
think they close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a on niggas' careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know there's a lot of
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Mandela
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that Night
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
white whip sit
Like a slight wrist
shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this minute, say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas
You be unemployed
All you is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of noise
Who gon' me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The fell, turning to Ground Zero
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki their hero
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
Been it but here though
Don't move the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz 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
Making all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats
Drop tops release dates, Vado