Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
in my right pockets
star track fly, unidentified flying
extraterrestrial Im all about my
retarded in the booth they say I got a flow
sicker than your you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I rake in the green I'm raking the grass in
pretty b-tches damn near feint when passing
call my whip but the first name Aston
tata head n-ggas get when I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put your in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when say he was about it
you n-ggas is howards, cowards
kill the competition and n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove black
clothes, black tennis
semi,
I've sat in hemi
that offend me
try on Maybach
I got stacks yeah
paychecks on
and I still payback
and I don't play that
I kill on
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
p-ssy shoes on my now they running your way
YM mula young money all day
where the drugs so like honey on yay
which one of say you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass like a lineman
stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of
still wear red like an old
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
F baby b-tch I hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

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

put the in the pot
up the ntoch
burn the song a stove top
it's finger hot
his pitch flip cause the flop
my sh-t hit the p-tch was soft
cotton balled
she dropped drawers she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I don't at all
I in the car, like f-ck the f-cking 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 speak at all
you shop at mini
my style two up like using analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you n-ggas flame
I pictures
tyga aint drippin'