Luyện nghe bài hát Bakin' Soda In Minnesota

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

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

I got a for Adidas, boss
But I betcha don't know my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, like dem baby pit
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 time that the fight's on, kill 'em
I rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the
And I'm down, t shirts and gats
Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes
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 the bear or the fiddila
Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a friend to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya

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

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

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