Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right
Star Treck fly, unidentified objects
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special
than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda 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 feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the name Aston
Potato niggas get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the and shower niggas with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive never sat in
That offend me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I want payback
And I dont play that
I on ASAP
And you do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
Where the so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a bunch of commas
Still wear red, like a old
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She me to make history
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint it big and broke stop kidding me
whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope she got aveno
I hope the got life 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 finger hot
His flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
The rocky shit we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the
Hey they say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, using analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I pictures
skin aint drippin