Luyện nghe bài hát YM Banger

(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right
Treck fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
Gudda crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches near feint when they passin
Call my Martin but the first name Aston
Potato 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 is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That offend me
Try or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I want payback
And I dont play that
I kill on
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now runnin your way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
one of yall say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz ass, like a muthaficking lineman
of paychecks, with a whole bunch of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She me to make history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I in the World, Good Head and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, her home with an ashy face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the from a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas balled
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
The shit that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey they say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like using
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flicker
I pictures
skin aint drippin