Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, in my right pocket
Star fly, unidentified flying objects
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
bitches damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first name
head niggas get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking me put your cash 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
Hollygrove Black
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
would offend me
Try or Maybach
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I still payback
And I still dont that
I kill on
And you dont do shit but get all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama Im
I your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the toilet on ya
F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to homies
She made me to history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You aint doing it big and stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend your the loser, I hope that 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, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the song from a
Its finger hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga
My hit, like the pitch was soft
Niggas balled
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the
Hey wait they say money
And, man you dont at all
You at mini-malls
My two thumbs up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
as my witness, say envision
I you niggas flame flicker
I pictures
skin aint drippin