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 about my
in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the in
Pretty bitches damn near when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first name
Potato head niggas get mashed when Im
Think you fucking with me put your 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, tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I want payback
And I still dont that
I kill on
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, like a old
Fuck shittin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She made me to make
So doing thats my activity
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You aint doing it big and stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your 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 I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying 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 nigga
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
Niggas 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 rocky that 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, like using
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I melt
Tyga aint drippin