Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get that Richard Millie, it down, bitch
I you get that Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex 'caine
Yeah, [?] thing, she [?], she can pour my cup
Copping pink dollars in tee, yeah
[?], told the magazine, (Super)
Bitch, I'm on end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets,
Swag in Tokyo and the Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my check before a new album, might up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Gang (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)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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

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

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