Luyện nghe bài hát Future

I am the streets, the
I introduce you to Ace Hood, 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 wrote it, to the killer
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread this to the industry, like a chopper piece
Flow right through your T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my
Pockets on, 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
pistol shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my you can meet my maid
And you a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck them
Real shit, don't tell no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something they became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my hood it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving was payback
Nigga where that at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to mug, you ain't gon' wake
When that thing fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I 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 they and talk with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic from MM got the masses
Trick Trick got them
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They it Motor City
'Cause most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap style bitch
But I over shine, no niggas over Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I like the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you em' right beside you
My pockets got paper on
shit just look like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma saying she's

dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em they close to
You niggas ain't 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 a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
fire though.
One for the 305, though
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My be so tight rope
That's to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that Night
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
That whip sit
Like a slight wrist
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Ground
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been through it but here
Don't move the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to Benz rims on it
My man's on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no on it
Spins on it, you no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, gray
Drop like release dates, Vado