Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the name Aston
Potato head get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and niggas with flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That would me
Try or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I still payback
And I dont play that
I on ASAP
And you dont do shit but get all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
Where the so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of
Still red, like a old 49er
shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She made me to make
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I your ace
Leave the club ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance Ima kill it
And all you ass rap niggas dying with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
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 licking hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
Niggas balled
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I stop at all
I in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The rocky shit we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you dont at all
You shop at
My style two up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I melt
skin aint drippin