Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

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

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She me to make history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your look like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat
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 flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
The shit that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
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
skin aint drippin