Luyện nghe bài hát Bakin' Soda In Minnesota

52 carat blue
Rhymin', interior designin',
You can cheddar like me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your money when rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with to earn, tiga
Check it homie get with me
If just i can your hood again
Who is in the car? yo couldn't be
All the way out here, yeah t
Russian, get the sparked
Get the party
And yo back fo the shark
Nigga

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

I got a fetish for Adidas,
But I don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, like dem pit bulls
And no way you can touch my....cool
The 12th at the Marriot
You know, me and my chill there a lot

I sit alone the mic's on
With Tyson every time that the fight's on, 'em
I remember used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the
And I'm teflon down, t and gats
you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore
Rhymes you can buy at the store
You who I am, I'm like credit card scam
Hot soulfood, greens and yams
Extra-curricula, netting riddicula
Hit the like 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 down in
We got bakin
in minnesota

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

The hot wax that's fatal
Sup'd up to perfection a weapon on a turntable
They say Gretta's got a new
And he'll be his gat like a crooked letter, foreva
I hit the night stormy weather
And if you about your freak, i'mma say mine's way better
I like the hands of a clock
And find ways to make my rap beat all on your
You better on the door tiga
And lay all on the floor tiga
'cause i think they more tiga
I blow em out like a flat
And hit the weed for Richard
Then call em all straight
The corks in me like the of a fox
So get the hot, nigga
Or your be caught