Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

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

Uh, uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
black clothes, black
semi,
I've never sat in
that offend me
try on Maybach
b-tch I got stacks
on paychecks
and I still want
and I don't play that
I kill on
and you don't do but get money all day
shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young all day
where the so sweet like honey on yay
which one of y'all say you drama 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 than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

Mama aint me to make homies
she make me to history
so doing that's my extra-curicular
bulldozer boy and the is the industry
Two things I love in the World, head and victory
you doing it big and broke stop kidding me
your whip aint up to date and your hoes look Mr T
This is Misery, no Cathy
come at me my money slap ya straight
yeah I'm a big so you know I slap you ace
the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face
love is a but its my casino
that your the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the got life insurance
cause I'm it
and all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so eating but so starving
pockets of fat like all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
crank up the
burn the from a stove top
finger licking hot
his flip cause the n-gga flop
my hit like the p-tch was soft
n-ggas cotton
she dropped drawers she poppin off
her p-ssy guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
the sh-t that we up on
shttin on em hittin the barn
hey wait say money talks
man you speak at all
you shop at mini
my style two thumbs up like analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
tyga skin drippin'