Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker than average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
Pretty damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the name Aston
Potato head 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 is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and niggas with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove menace
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
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 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 your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to homies
She me to make history
So doing thats my activity
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
at me sideways, my money'll 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
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I hope that she got
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
fat as fuck, like 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 licking hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
Niggas balled
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
The shit that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say talks
And, man you dont at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flicker
I pictures
Tyga skin drippin