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'

now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I mark any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my
Pockets on, heavy D, I'm hot, third degree
I drive? Owned 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 your
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, trying to get laid
in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can push Lac
Push Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas wanted the same
I the money and never the fame
I turned something they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I that hate
I got that ? I just feel 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 hard like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her down, no teeth
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
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor City
'Cause you're likely to crash (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
broke? 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 we're going overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just look like a boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As saying she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some think they close to me
Tell em they to Stevie
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on 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 than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Mandela
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 to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
Like a slight wrist
Suicide shit, you can by if you write this shit
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them
was my influence

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids didn't Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De
through it but here though
Don't move with the
Dress pimpin' the toast 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
My man's 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 no clout, the Benz on it
the fiends say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado