Luyện nghe bài hát Future

I am the streets, the
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, the future
gettin' 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, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, like a chopper piece
Flow right your 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, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third
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 shooter nigga a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
Dead faces my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the and I gotta get paid
Fuck bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push that Benz on, that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck guys
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the and never the fame
I turned into something they became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my hood it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way
When I was that was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel hate
When I got that ? I feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we hard like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no language
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
call it Motor City
'Cause you're most to crash (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you em' right beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As grandma saying proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic
Some think they to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my more productive than others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My be so tight rope
That's hard to find Quick
Get rough With me, Night flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a slight wrist
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You niggas
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them
was my influence

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids like Reggie Jackson
Barnes their hero
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
move with the weirdos
Dress the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
When I die, tell to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My on, see him, we stomp 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 say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops like dates, Vado