Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

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

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She made me to history
So doing my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll 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 niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but starving
Pockets fat as fuck, all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the song a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas cotton
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The rocky that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say money
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two up, like using analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
as my witness, say envision
I you niggas flame flicker
I melt
skin aint drippin