Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm leaning to the
flag in my pockets
star fly, unidentified flying objects
extraterrestrial Im all my decimels
in the booth they say I got a special flow
sicker than your average you rappers is ass
Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I rake in the green 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 when I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put your in, nah I doubt
I was young and when Pete say he was about it
you is ducks howards, cowards
the competition and hsower n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

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

Mama aint make me to homies
she make me to history
so doing that's my extra-curicular
bulldozer boy and the is the industry
Two things I love in the World, head and victory
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 Cathy
come at me sideways my money ya straight
I'm a big joker so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl her home with an ashy face
love is a but its my casino
pretend that the loser I hope that she (?)
I the game got life insurance
cause I'm it
and all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets full of fat all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
crank up the
the song from a stove top
it's finger hot
his pitch flip cause the flop
my sh-t hit like the was soft
n-ggas cotton
she dropped drawers she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I don't at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
the rocky that we up on
shttin on em hittin the barn
hey they say money talks
man you speak at all
you at mini malls
my style two thumbs up like analogues
I sh-t for the recognition b-tch
as my witness, say evision
I bore you n-ggas flame
I pictures
tyga aint drippin'