Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified objects
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack
The simple
You cut the check and I in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when they
Call my whip Martin but the name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed Im spazzin
you fucking with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless Pete say he was about it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the and shower niggas with flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown 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 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 your way
YM Young Mula, 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, a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, a old 49er
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
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
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 with an ashy
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but still
Pockets fat as fuck, like all 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 cause the nigga
My hit, like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I stop at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
The shit that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the
Hey wait they say money
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 flame
I pictures
Tyga aint drippin