Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm to the left
flag in my pockets
star track fly, unidentified flying
Im all about my decimels
retarded in the booth say I got a special flow
sicker your average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I in the green like I'm raking the grass in
pretty b-tches damn near feint when passing
call my Martin but the first name Aston
tata head n-ggas get when I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking me put your cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
you is ducks howards, cowards
kill the competition and n-ggas with flowers
this rap is ours
pop

Uh, uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
clothes, black tennis
semi,
I've sat in hemi
would offend me
try on Maybach
b-tch I got stacks
on paychecks
and I still payback
and I still don't that
I on asap
and you do sh-t but get money all day
p-ssy shoes on my now they running your way
YM mula young money all day
where the drugs so like honey on yay
one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking
stack of paychecks with a bunch of comma's
wear red like an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than
Ughhh!!!

aint make me to make homies
she me to make history
so doing that's 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 broke stop me
whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Cathy
come at me sideways my money ya straight
I'm a big joker so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl send her home an ashy face
love is a gamble but its my
pretend that the loser I hope that she (?)
I the game got life insurance
I'm kill it
and all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem but so starving
pockets of fat like all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
crank up the
burn the song a stove top
finger licking hot
his pitch cause the n-gga flop
my hit like the p-tch was soft
cotton balled
she dropped drawers she poppin off
her cross guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it
the sh-t that we up on
shttin on em like the barn
hey they 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
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you n-ggas flicker
I melt
skin aint drippin'