Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my pocket
Treck fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im the grass in
bitches damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip but the first name Aston
Potato head get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove menace
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I still want
And I still play that
I kill on
And you dont do shit but get all day
Put some on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama Im
I blitz your ass, like a lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a 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 Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She made me to make
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You aint it big and broke stop kidding me
whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
at me sideways, my money'll slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that 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, eating but still
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 from a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas cotton
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
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 analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
as my witness, say envision
I you niggas flame flicker
I melt
Tyga skin drippin