Luyện nghe bài hát Bakin' Soda In Minnesota

52 blue diamond
Rhymin', designin', grindin'
You can shake cheddar me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your when you're rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good me
If just i can find hood again
Who is that in the yo couldn't be
All the way out here, Nicki t
Russian, get the weed
Get the party
And yo back fo the shark
Nigga

We got soda
All the way down in
We got bakin
Down in

I got a fetish for Adidas,
But I don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, dem baby pit bulls
And ain't no way you can my....cool
The floor at the Marriot
You know, me and my tigaz chill a lot

I sit alone when the on
With Tyson every time the fight's on, kill 'em
I remember used to ride with nets
Flight at the high with jets
You know Al Capone tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts and
you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore
Rhymes you can buy at the store
You who I am, I'm like credit card scam
Hot like soulfood, greens and
Extra-curricula, netting riddicula
Hit the cloud the bear or the fiddila
Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya

We got soda
All the way in minnesota
We got bakin
in minnesota

I told my mom that made her cry
Looked her in the eye and said rappers die
We not have an' tour, but we gon get by
So of us gonna be in hell high, kickin'
Now put the rhyme on a triple
Now rock it up, and it up,
And try to grind into cream
Don't get caught with the same
Meaning don't get caught the same thing, King
It's you got to be bald
hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far
I think they mad I ticks them off
But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and break off

The hot wax that's fatal
up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable
They say got a new baretta
And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter,
I hit the night like weather
And if you brag about your freak, say mine's way better
I like the hands of a clock
And find ways to make my rap beat all on block
You better knock on the tiga
And lay all on the floor tiga
'cause i think they want tiga
I blow em out like a tire
And hit the weed for Richard
Then call em all liars
The in me like the tail of a fox
So get the hot, nigga
Or your be caught