Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
flag in my pockets
track fly, unidentified flying objects
extraterrestrial Im all about my
retarded in the booth they say I got a flow
sicker than average you rappers is ass backwards
speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I rake in the green I'm raking the grass in
pretty b-tches near feint when they passing
call my Martin but the first name Aston
tata head n-ggas get when I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put your in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
you n-ggas is ducks howards,
the competition and hsower n-ggas with flowers
this rap is ours
pop

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove menace
black clothes, black
semi,
I've never sat in
that would me
try Maybach on
b-tch I got stacks
on paychecks
and I still payback
and I still don't that
I on asap
and you don't do but get money all day
shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM mula young 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 a muthaf-cking lineman
stack of paychecks with a whole of comma's
still wear red an old 49ner
sh-ttin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than
Ughhh!!!

aint make me to make homies
she me to make history
so doing that's my activity
bulldozer boy and the target is the
Two things I love in the World, head and victory
you aint doing it big and broke stop 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 I'm a big so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl send her home an ashy face
love is a gamble but its my
pretend that the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the got life insurance
cause I'm it
and all you wack ass rap n-ggas with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets of fat like all I do is eat margarine

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