Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive never sat in
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I still payback
And I still dont play
I on ASAP
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She made me to make
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your whip up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but still
Pockets fat as fuck, all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
Crank up the
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 drawers she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The shit that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you flame flicker
I melt
Tyga aint drippin