Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right
Star Treck fly, unidentified objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
in the booth, they 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, like Im the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first name
Potato head get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless when say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and shower niggas with
This rap shit is
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
would offend me
Try or Maybach
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I want payback
And I dont play that
I kill on
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama Im
I your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, like a old
shittin 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 history
So doing thats my 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 aint up to date, and your hoes like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I your 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 that she got aveno
I the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas with 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 a Stove-Top
Its finger hot
His flip cause the nigga flop
My hit, like the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet gone, who wanna make 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 at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using
I shit, for the recognition bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flicker
I pictures
Tyga skin aint