Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you is crack addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn feint when they passin
my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was young and when Pete say he was about it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove menace
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
would offend me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I want payback
And I still play that
I kill on
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Mula, Young Money 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, a whole bunch of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole on ya
Wee-Weezy F 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 activity
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke kidding me
Your aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I hope she got aveno
I hope the game got life cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
fat as fuck, like 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 a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
cotton balled
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, fuck 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 wait say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I melt
skin aint drippin