Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
in my right pockets
star track fly, 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
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 near feint they passing
my whip Martin but the first name Aston
tata head get mashed when I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and when Pete say he was about it
you n-ggas is ducks howards,
kill the competition and hsower n-ggas flowers
this rap is ours
pop

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove black
clothes, black tennis
semi,
I've never sat in
would offend me
try Maybach on
b-tch I got stacks
paychecks on
and I still want
and I still don't play
I on asap
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
p-ssy 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 say you want drama I'm honoured
I your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman
stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of
still red like an old 49ner
f-ck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby I hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

Mama make me to make homies
she make me to history
so doing that's my extra-curicular
bulldozer boy and the target is the
Two I love in the World, good head and victory
you aint doing it big and broke stop me
whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Cathy
at me sideways my money 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 the game got life insurance
cause I'm it
and all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets of fat like all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
crank up the
burn the song from a top
finger licking hot
his pitch cause the n-gga flop
my hit like the p-tch was soft
n-ggas balled
she drawers cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I don't at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
the rocky that we up on
on em like hittin the barn
hey wait they say money
man you dont at all
you shop at malls
my style two thumbs up like using
I wreck sh-t for the b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
tyga skin drippin'