Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm leaning to the
flag in my pockets
star fly, unidentified flying objects
extraterrestrial Im all about my
in the booth they say I got a special flow
sicker than average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda speak crack and you is crack addicts
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm raking the in
pretty b-tches damn near when they passing
call my whip Martin but the first name
tata head n-ggas get mashed when I'm
think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
you is ducks howards, cowards
kill the competition and hsower with flowers
this rap is ours
pop

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove black
black clothes, tennis
semi,
I've never sat in
would offend me
try Maybach on
b-tch I got stacks
on paychecks
and I still want
and I still play that
I kill on
and you don't do but get money all day
p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running way
YM young mula money all day
where the so sweet like honey on yay
which one of y'all say you want I'm honoured
I your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman
stack of with a whole bunch of comma's
wear red like an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than
Ughhh!!!

aint make me to make homies
she make me to history
so doing my extra-curicular activity
bulldozer boy and the is the industry
Two I love in the World, good head and victory
you doing it big and broke stop kidding me
your whip up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
come at me sideways my money slap ya
I'm a big joker so you know I slap you ace
leave the with ya girl send her home with an ashy face
love is a gamble but its my
pretend that your the I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got life
cause I'm it
and all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets full of fat all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
up the ntoch
burn the from a stove top
it's licking hot
his pitch cause the n-gga flop
my sh-t hit like the p-tch was
n-ggas balled
she dropped cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I stop at all
I smash in the car, f-ck the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the sh-t that we up on
shttin on em like the barn
hey they say money talks
man you dont at all
you at mini malls
my style two up like using analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you n-ggas flicker
I melt
tyga skin drippin'