Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove Black
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
would offend me
Try or Maybach
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I want payback
And I still dont that
I kill on
And you dont do but get money all day
Put shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you drama Im honoured
I your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to homies
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 your look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, her home with an ashy face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope she got aveno
I hope the game got life cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas with it
Im so harlem, eating but 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 pitch cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers 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 wanna it done
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey they say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flicker
I pictures
Tyga skin drippin