Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
flag in my right
star track fly, unidentified objects
extraterrestrial Im all my decimels
retarded in the booth they say I got a flow
sicker than average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda speak crack and you 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 when they passing
call my whip Martin but the name Aston
tata head n-ggas get mashed when I'm
you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when say he was about it
you is ducks howards, cowards
the competition and hsower n-ggas with flowers
this rap is ours
pop

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove black
black clothes, tennis
semi,
I've never sat in
that offend me
try on Maybach
I got stacks yeah
paychecks on
and I still want
and I don't play that
I on asap
and you do sh-t but get money all day
p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they your way
YM young mula money all day
where the drugs so sweet like on yay
which one of y'all say you drama I'm honoured
I your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman
stack of paychecks with a whole of comma's
still wear red an old 49ner
f-ck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than
Ughhh!!!

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

put the in the pot
crank up the
burn the from a stove top
finger licking hot
his pitch flip cause the n-gga
my sh-t hit like the 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, f-ck the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the sh-t that we up on
shttin on em hittin the barn
hey wait they say money
man you dont at all
you shop at mini
my style two thumbs up like analogues
I wreck sh-t for the recognition
as my witness, say evision
I bore you n-ggas flame
I melt
skin aint drippin'