Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my pocket
Star fly, unidentified flying objects
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special
Sicker than your average, you 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 Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed Im spazzin
you fucking with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless when say he was about it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove Black
clothes, Black tennis
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 dont do but get money all day
Put some shoes on my now they runnin your way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a bunch of commas
Still wear red, like a old
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She made me to history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy
Love is a gamble, but its my
that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem, eating but still
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 a Stove-Top
Its finger hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas balled
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
The shit that we up on
Shittin on em 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 wreck shit, for the bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you flame flicker
I melt
Tyga skin aint