Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the in
bitches damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first Aston
Potato head niggas get when Im spazzin
Think you fucking me put your cash 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 with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove Black
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
would offend me
Try or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I still 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 Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a bunch of commas
wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, 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 my Extra-curicular 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 hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
Leave the with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but still
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, like the was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I in the car, like 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 money
And, man you dont at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, using analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
Tyga skin aint