Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any
Spread this to the industry, lyrics a chopper piece
Flow right through fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, saying greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck,
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead faces my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push that Benz on, push 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck guys
Real nigga shit, tell no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
Ridin' presidential, got me like Obama
all I want is change
And my niggas they the same
I the money and never the fame
I into something they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept and its my turn and
Real my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way
When I was that was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon
Now we goin' hard like I 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
From where twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no language
Fresh out of the
This a fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor City
'Cause most likely to crash (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game bitch
But I over shine, no niggas over Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the
Fucking hoes, no attached
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then landed on my
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My got paper on paper
This shit just look like a boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma saying proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be
We don't ya.
MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than
Murray the winner, he think he
Mandela
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to find Quick
Get rough With me, Night flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
Like a slight wrist
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write 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 smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
That was my

The fell, turning to Ground Zero
Kids didn't Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
Been it but here though
Don't with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch rims on it
Problems? My man's on, see him, we 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 fiends
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, gray
Drop like release dates, Vado