Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, in my right pocket
Star fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im the grass in
Pretty damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the name Aston
head niggas get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless when say he was about it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower with flowers
This rap shit is
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
That offend me
Try Maybach or
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I still want
And I still dont play
I kill on
And you do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they your way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I blitz ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She made me to make
So doing my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip 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 so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy
Love is a gamble, but its my
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 dying with 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
Crank up the
Burn the from a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
Niggas balled
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The rocky shit we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like using
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I pictures
skin aint drippin