Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I still payback
And I still dont that
I kill on
And you do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like on yay
one of yall say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking
Stack of paychecks, with a bunch of commas
Still wear red, a old 49er
Fuck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
F Baby 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
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
at me sideways, my money'll slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I hope that she got
I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima it
And all you ass rap niggas dying with it
Im so harlem, eating but starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
Crank up the
Burn the from a Stove-Top
Its finger hot
His flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
The rocky shit we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, using analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
skin aint drippin