Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm leaning to the
flag in my pockets
star track fly, flying objects
extraterrestrial Im all about my
retarded in the they say I got a special flow
sicker than your average you rappers is ass
Gudda crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I rake in the green 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'
think you f-cking with me put cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when say he was about it
you is ducks howards, cowards
kill the competition and n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

Uh, uptown in it
Hollygrove black
black clothes, black
semi,
I've sat in hemi
that would me
try Maybach on
b-tch I got yeah
on paychecks
and I still want
and I still play that
I on asap
and you do sh-t but get money all day
p-ssy on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young all day
where the drugs so sweet like on yay
which one of y'all say you want drama I'm
I blitz your ass like a lineman
stack of paychecks a whole bunch of comma's
still red like an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby I hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

Mama aint make me to homies
she make me to history
so doing that's my activity
bulldozer boy and the is the industry
Two I love in the World, good head and victory
you aint it big and broke stop kidding me
your whip aint up to date and 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 know I you ace
leave the club with ya girl send her with an ashy face
love is a gamble but its my
that your the loser I hope that she (?)
I the game got life insurance
I'm kill it
and all you wack ass rap n-ggas dying it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets full of fat like all I do is eat

put the in the pot
crank up the
burn the from a stove top
it's licking hot
his pitch flip the n-gga flop
my sh-t hit like the was soft
n-ggas cotton
she dropped drawers cause she off
her cross guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the rocky that we up on
shttin on em like the barn
hey wait they say money
man you speak 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 flicker
I pictures
tyga skin drippin'