Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

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

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

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

put the in the pot
crank up the
burn the song a stove top
it's licking hot
his pitch flip cause the flop
my hit like the p-tch was soft
cotton balled
she drawers cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the 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 style two up like using analogues
I sh-t for the recognition b-tch
as my witness, say evision
I bore you n-ggas flame
I pictures
tyga skin aint