Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

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

Uh, back in it
black menace
black clothes, black
semi,
I've sat in hemi
would offend me
try on Maybach
b-tch I got yeah
paychecks on
and I still want
and I still don't play
I on asap
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running way
YM mula young money all day
where the drugs so sweet honey on yay
which one of say you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking
stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of
wear red like an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, dump the whole on ya
Weezy F baby I hotter than Uganda
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 things I love in the World, head and victory
you aint it big and broke stop kidding me
your aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Bates
at me sideways my money slap ya straight
yeah I'm a big joker so you I slap you ace
leave the club ya girl send her home with an ashy face
love is a but its my casino
pretend that your the I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got life
cause I'm it
and all you ass rap n-ggas dying with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets full of fat all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
crank up the
the song from a stove top
it's finger hot
his pitch flip cause the flop
my sh-t hit like the p-tch was
n-ggas cotton
she drawers cause she poppin off
her p-ssy guard but I don't 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 hittin the barn
hey wait they say money
man you dont at all
you shop at malls
my style two thumbs up using analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I melt
tyga skin aint