Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove Black
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
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 shit but get all day
Put shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like on yay
Which one of say, you want drama Im honoured
I your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She made me to make
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your 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 got aveno
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas with it
Im so harlem, eating but starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat
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, like the pitch was
cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The shit that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the
Hey wait they say money
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame
I melt
skin aint drippin