Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the in
Pretty bitches damn feint when they passin
my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put 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, back in it
Black menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That offend me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I still want
And I dont play that
I on ASAP
And you dont do shit but get all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they your way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I blitz your ass, a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a bunch of commas
Still wear red, a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She made me to history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
Leave the club with ya girl, her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I that she got aveno
I hope the got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, all they 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 licking hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My hit, like the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait they say talks
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame
I melt
Tyga skin drippin