Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Black menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
would offend me
Try Maybach or
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I still payback
And I still dont play
I on ASAP
And you dont do shit but get all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She me to make history
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 it big and broke stop kidding 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 ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope she got aveno
I hope the got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you ass rap niggas dying with it
Im so harlem, eating but starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the song from a
Its finger hot
His flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
cotton balled
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I in the car, like 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 they say talks
And, man you dont at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flicker
I melt
Tyga skin drippin