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, 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 it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a piece
Flow right through fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid
Dead faces keep my money in the bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
Walk in my house you can meet my
And you give a you can push that Lac
Push Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a hate, man fuck them guys
Real nigga shit, tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
all I want is change
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something they never
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept and its my turn and
Real nigga my hood it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And that Maybach, let me take em way
When I was that was payback
Nigga where that at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
When that gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we goin' 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 my language
From where twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no language
Fresh out of the
a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're most likely to (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 Dumb high, 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 stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might 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
This shit look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As grandma saying proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
think they close to seeing me
Tell em they close to
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We believe ya.
MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
there's a lot of artists
But I got the palette
colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
fire though.
One time for the 305,
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough me, that Night flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a slight slit
Suicide shit, you can by if you write this shit
Nigga and right minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' tell me that I going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids didn't like Reggie
Barnes their hero
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
through it but here though
Don't with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his best
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz 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 have no clout, the on it
What the fiends
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
tops like release dates, Vado