Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying
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 whip Martin but the first name
head niggas 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 shower with flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

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

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint 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 kidding me
Your whip up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
Leave the with ya girl, send her home with 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 dying 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 from a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas balled
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop 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 speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using
I wreck shit, for the recognition
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flicker
I pictures
Tyga aint drippin