Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right
Star fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass
Gudda crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when they
Call my whip Martin but the first Aston
head niggas get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and niggas with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive never sat in
That offend me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I still want
And I still play 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, Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to homies
She me to make history
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your look like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you ass rap niggas dying with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all do is eat margarine
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 pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
cotton balled
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
The shit that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like using
I wreck shit, for the recognition
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame
I melt
Tyga aint drippin