Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

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

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She me to make history
So doing thats my activity
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and 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 slap ya
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
Leave the club ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I hope that she got
I hope the game got life cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but still
Pockets fat as fuck, like all 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 finger hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
Niggas balled
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My two thumbs up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame
I pictures
Tyga aint drippin