Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

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

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove black
clothes, black tennis
semi,
I've never sat in
would offend me
try on Maybach
b-tch I got yeah
on paychecks
and I still want
and I still play that
I on asap
and you don't do but get money all day
shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young all day
where the drugs so sweet like on yay
which one of y'all say you want I'm honoured
I your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman
stack of paychecks with a whole of comma's
still wear red an old 49ner
f-ck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

aint make me to make homies
she make me to make
so doing that's my extra-curicular
bulldozer boy and the target is the
Two things I in the World, good head and victory
you doing it big and broke stop kidding me
your whip aint up to date and hoes look like Mr T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
come at me my money slap ya straight
yeah I'm a big so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl send her with an ashy face
love is a but its my casino
pretend that your the loser I that she (?)
I the game got life insurance
I'm kill it
and all you wack ass rap n-ggas with it
Im so harlem but so starving
full of fat like all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
up the ntoch
burn the song a stove top
it's licking hot
his pitch cause the n-gga flop
my hit like the p-tch was soft
n-ggas balled
she drawers cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross but I don't stop at all
I in the car, like f-ck the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the sh-t that we up on
shttin on em like hittin the
hey wait say money talks
man you speak at all
you at mini malls
my two thumbs up like using analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
as my witness, say evision
I bore you flame flicker
I melt
skin aint drippin'