Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my pocket
Treck fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker your average, you rappers is ass backwards
spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint they passin
Call my whip but the first name Aston
Potato niggas get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and shower niggas flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That offend me
Try or Maybach
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I still want
And I still dont play
I on ASAP
And you do shit but get money all day
Put some on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
one of yall say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She made me to make
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good and Victory
You aint it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the song from a
Its licking hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
The rocky shit we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey they say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
as my witness, say envision
I you niggas flame flicker
I melt
Tyga skin drippin