Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
in my right pockets
star fly, unidentified flying objects
extraterrestrial Im all my decimels
retarded in the booth they say I got a special
than your average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts
the mathematics.
you cut the and I rake in the green like I'm raking the grass in
pretty b-tches damn feint when they passing
call my whip but the first name Aston
tata head n-ggas get mashed I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put cash in, nah I doubt
I was and reckless when Pete say he was about it
you n-ggas is ducks howards,
kill the competition and n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

Uh, uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
black clothes, black
semi,
I've sat in hemi
would offend me
try on Maybach
b-tch I got yeah
paychecks on
and I want payback
and I don't play that
I on asap
and you don't do but get money all day
p-ssy shoes on my now they running your way
YM mula young money all day
where the drugs so like honey on yay
one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking
stack of with a whole bunch of comma's
wear red like an old 49ner
f-ck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter Uganda
Ughhh!!!

Mama aint me to make homies
she make me to history
so doing my extra-curicular activity
bulldozer boy and the target is the
Two things I in the World, good head and victory
you aint it big and broke stop kidding me
your whip aint up to date and hoes look like Mr T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
come at me sideways my slap ya straight
yeah I'm a big joker so you I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl send her with an ashy face
is a gamble but its my casino
pretend that the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got insurance
I'm kill it
and all you wack ass rap n-ggas with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets full of fat all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
up the ntoch
burn the song a stove top
finger licking hot
his pitch flip the n-gga flop
my sh-t hit like the was soft
n-ggas cotton
she drawers cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I don't at all
I in the car, like f-ck the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the rocky that we up on
on em like hittin the barn
hey wait say money talks
man you speak at all
you shop at mini
my style two thumbs up like analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you n-ggas flame
I melt
tyga skin drippin'