Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, on Reggie Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, this through with chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck guys
Real nigga shit, don't 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
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and never the
I turned into something never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga where that at?
Murder all artists
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 thing gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we hard 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 speaking my
From where twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the
Trick Trick got passes
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're likely to crash (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
Toll rollin by the 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 like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm like to you niggas
I might stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some think close to seeing me
em they close to Stevie
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive others
Murray the winner, he he really
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
That white sit
Like a wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm 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 telly of noise
Who gon' tell me I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Zero
Kids didn't Reggie Jackson
Nicki their hero
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
through 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 bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My man's on, see him, we him out
His mouth, our on it
Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no on it
Spins on it, you have no clout, the on it
What the fiends
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through truck on, seats gray
tops like release dates, Vado