Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
flag in my right
track fly, unidentified flying objects
extraterrestrial Im all my decimels
in the booth they say I got a special flow
sicker than your average you rappers is ass
Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is 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 they
call my whip Martin but the name Aston
tata head n-ggas get mashed I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put your in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless Pete say he was about it
you n-ggas is ducks howards,
kill the and hsower n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

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

aint make me to make homies
she me to make history
so doing that's my extra-curicular
boy and the target is the industry
Two things I in the World, good head and victory
you aint 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
leave the club with ya girl send her with an ashy face
love is a but its my casino
pretend that your the loser I hope she (?)
I hope the game got insurance
I'm kill 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
up the ntoch
burn the song a stove top
it's finger hot
his pitch flip cause the n-gga
my sh-t hit the p-tch was soft
cotton balled
she drawers cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I stop at all
I smash in the car, like the f-cking law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
the sh-t that we up on
on em like hittin the barn
hey wait say money talks
man you dont at all
you shop at 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 flame
I melt
tyga aint drippin'