Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
flag in my pockets
star track fly, flying objects
Im all about my decimels
retarded in the booth they say I got a flow
sicker than your average you is ass backwards
Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is addicts
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I in the green like I'm raking the grass in
pretty damn near feint when they passing
call my whip Martin but the first Aston
tata n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
you n-ggas is howards, cowards
kill the competition and n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

Uh, uptown in it
Hollygrove black
black clothes, tennis
semi,
I've never sat in
would offend me
try Maybach on
b-tch I got yeah
on paychecks
and I want payback
and I still don't that
I kill on
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young all day
the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
which one of y'all say you want I'm honoured
I blitz your ass like a lineman
stack of paychecks a whole bunch of comma's
still wear red an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, dump the toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter Uganda
Ughhh!!!

Mama aint make me to homies
she make me to history
so doing that's my extra-curicular
bulldozer boy and the is the industry
Two things I love in the World, good and victory
you aint doing it big and broke stop me
whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Cathy
come at me my money slap ya straight
yeah I'm a big so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl her home with an ashy face
love is a but its my casino
pretend your the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the got life insurance
I'm kill it
and all you ass rap n-ggas dying with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets full of fat like all I do is eat

put the in the pot
up the ntoch
burn the song from a top
finger licking hot
his pitch flip cause the n-gga
my sh-t hit like the p-tch was
cotton balled
she dropped drawers she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I stop at all
I smash in the car, like the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the sh-t that we up on
on em like hittin the barn
hey wait say money talks
man you dont at all
you at mini malls
my two thumbs up like using analogues
I sh-t for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I you n-ggas flame flicker
I pictures
tyga skin aint