Luyện nghe bài hát Bakin' Soda In Minnesota

52 carat diamond
Rhymin', designin', grindin'
You can shake cheddar me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your money when you're the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go
Or wake up in the with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get with me
If just i can find your again
Who is that in the yo couldn't be
All the way out here, yeah t
Russian, get the sparked
Get the started
And watch yo back fo the
cold-hearted

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

I got a fetish for Adidas,
But I betcha don't know what my cost, do ya
On chew, dem baby pit bulls
And ain't no way you can my....cool
The 12th floor at the
You know, me and my tigaz chill a lot

I sit alone when the on
With Tyson every time that the fight's on, 'em
I remember used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight 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 know who I am, I'm like credit scam
Hot like soulfood, and yams
Extra-curricula, netting riddicula
Hit the cloud like the bear or the
Shouldn've lied, I coulda a good friend to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya

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

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

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