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 rappers is ass
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches near feint when they passin
Call my whip but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed Im spazzin
Think you with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and shower with flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

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

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She made me to history
So doing my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint it big and broke stop kidding me
Your aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya
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 hope the game got life insurance cause Ima 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
Crank up the
Burn the song from a
Its finger hot
His flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait they say talks
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I you niggas flame flicker
I pictures
skin aint drippin