Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

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

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove black
black clothes, tennis
semi,
I've sat in hemi
that offend me
try Maybach on
I got stacks yeah
paychecks on
and I still want
and I still don't that
I on asap
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they your way
YM young young money all day
the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
which one of y'all say you want I'm honoured
I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking
stack of paychecks with a bunch of comma's
still red like an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

Mama aint me to make homies
she me to make history
so doing that's my 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
whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Bates
come at me sideways my money ya straight
yeah I'm a big so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy
love is a but its my casino
pretend that the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got life
I'm kill it
and all you wack ass rap n-ggas with it
Im so eating but so starving
pockets of fat like all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
up the ntoch
burn the song a stove top
finger licking hot
his pitch flip cause the n-gga
my sh-t hit like the was soft
n-ggas balled
she drawers cause she poppin off
her cross guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
the rocky that we up on
shttin on em hittin the barn
hey they say money talks
man you dont at all
you shop at mini
my style two thumbs up like analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you n-ggas flame
I melt
tyga skin drippin'