Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
Gudda crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
Pretty damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first Aston
head niggas get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless when say he was about it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

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

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She made me to history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home an ashy face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope she got aveno
I the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but still
Pockets fat as fuck, all they 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 finger hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
The rocky that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey they say money talks
And, man you dont at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
Tyga aint drippin