Luyện nghe bài hát Bakin' Soda In Minnesota

52 blue diamond
Rhymin', designin', grindin'
You can shake like me on the mic
Hit point, hold your money 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 your hood again
Who is that in the yo couldn't be
All the way out here, Nicki t
Russian, get the sparked
Get the party
And watch yo back fo the
Nigga

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

I got a for Adidas, boss
But I betcha know what my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, dem baby 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 when the mic's on
With Tyson every that the fight's on, kill 'em
I remember rhymes used to with nets
Flight at the midnight with jets
You know Al stretched 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 candy
You know who I am, I'm like card scam
Hot soulfood, greens 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 soda
All the way in minnesota
We got bakin
in minnesota

I my mom somethin' that made her cry
Looked her in the eye and said don't die
We not gonna an' tour, but we gon get by
So most of us gonna be in high, kickin'
Now put the on a triple beam
Now rock it up, and it up,
And try to into triple cream
Don't get caught with the same
Meaning don't get with the same thing, King
It's like you got to be
'cause hoes and wanna see you go far
I think they mad when I ticks off
But I'm a hyena so i got to and break some 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 brag about your freak, i'mma say way better
I like the hands of a clock
And find to make my rap beat all on your block
You better knock on the tiga
And lay them all on the floor
'cause i think they want tiga
I blow em out like a flat
And hit the weed for Pryor
Then em all straight liars
The corks in me like the of a fox
So get the hot, nigga
Or your be caught