Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove Black
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I still payback
And I still dont play
I kill on
And you do shit but get money all day
Put some on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
one of yall say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking
Stack of paychecks, with a whole of commas
Still wear red, like a old
Fuck shittin on ya, 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
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your ace
the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I hope she got aveno
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you ass rap niggas dying with it
Im so harlem, eating but 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 finger hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas cotton
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the
Hey they say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I pictures
skin aint drippin