Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

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

Uh, uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
black clothes, tennis
semi,
I've never sat in
would offend me
try on Maybach
I got stacks yeah
paychecks on
and I still want
and I don't play that
I kill on
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
p-ssy shoes on my bullets now running your way
YM mula young money all day
the drugs so sweet like honey 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 bunch 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!!!

Mama aint me to make homies
she make me to make
so doing my extra-curicular activity
bulldozer boy and the target is the
Two things I love in the World, good head and
you aint doing it big and broke kidding me
your whip aint up to date and your hoes look Mr T
This is Misery, no Bates
come at me sideways my money ya straight
I'm a big joker so you know I slap you ace
leave the club ya girl send her home with an ashy face
is a gamble but its my casino
pretend that the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got insurance
I'm kill it
and all you ass rap n-ggas dying 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 from a stove top
it's licking hot
his pitch flip the n-gga flop
my sh-t hit like the was soft
n-ggas balled
she dropped drawers she poppin off
her p-ssy cross but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the rocky sh-t we up on
shttin on em like the barn
hey they say money talks
man you speak at all
you shop at mini
my style two up like using analogues
I sh-t for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
skin aint drippin'