Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right
Star Treck fly, flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
Gudda crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near when they passin
Call my whip but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get when Im spazzin
Think you with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas flowers
This rap shit is
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove Black
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That would me
Try or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I still payback
And I still dont that
I on ASAP
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin 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 blitz your ass, like a muthaficking
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, like a old
Fuck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She made me to make
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
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 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, 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 from a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The rocky that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I pictures
skin aint drippin