Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm leaning to the
in my right pockets
star track fly, unidentified flying
Im all about my decimels
retarded in the booth say I got a special flow
sicker than your average you is ass backwards
Gudda crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm the grass in
pretty b-tches damn near feint they passing
call my Martin but the first name Aston
head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
you is ducks howards, cowards
kill the and hsower n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove black
black clothes, black
semi,
I've never sat in
that would me
try Maybach on
b-tch I got yeah
paychecks on
and I still payback
and I still play that
I kill on
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
p-ssy shoes on my now they running your way
YM young mula money all day
where the drugs so sweet honey on yay
which one of y'all say you want drama I'm
I blitz your ass like a lineman
stack of paychecks with a bunch of comma's
wear red like an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter Uganda
Ughhh!!!

aint make me to make homies
she me to make history
so doing that's my activity
bulldozer boy and the is the industry
Two things I love in the World, head and victory
you aint it big and broke stop kidding me
your whip aint up to date and hoes look like Mr T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
come at me sideways my slap ya straight
I'm a big joker so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl her home with an ashy face
love is a but its my casino
pretend that your the I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got life
I'm kill it
and all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets full of fat like all I do is eat

put the in the pot
up the ntoch
burn the song from a top
it's finger hot
his pitch flip cause the n-gga
my sh-t hit the p-tch was soft
n-ggas cotton
she dropped drawers she poppin off
her p-ssy guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
the rocky sh-t we up on
shttin on em hittin the barn
hey wait say money talks
man you speak at all
you shop at malls
my style two thumbs up using analogues
I wreck sh-t for the b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
tyga skin drippin'