Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
would offend me
Try or Maybach
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I want payback
And I still dont play
I on ASAP
And you do shit but get money all day
Put shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama Im
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking
Stack of paychecks, with a whole of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to homies
She me to make history
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your whip aint up to date, and your look like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, her home with an ashy face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope that she got
I hope the got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the song from a
Its licking hot
His pitch cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey they say money talks
And, man you dont at all
You shop at
My style two up, like using analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I melt
Tyga aint drippin