Luyện nghe bài hát Bakin' Soda In Minnesota

52 blue diamond
Rhymin', interior designin',
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 up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good me
If just i can your hood again
Who is that in the car? yo be
All the way out here, yeah 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
in minnesota

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

I sit alone the mic's on
With every time that the fight's on, kill 'em
I rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight with jets
You know Al Capone stretched 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 credit card
Hot like soulfood, greens and
Extra-curricula, netting that
Hit the cloud like the bear or the
Shouldn've lied, I been a good friend to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya

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

I told my mom somethin' that 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 rhyme on a beam
Now it up, and chop it up,
And try to grind into cream
Don't get caught the same scheme
Meaning don't get caught the same thing, King
It's like you got to be
hoes and niggaz wanna 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 real fatal
Sup'd up to 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 night like stormy
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 all on your block
You better on the door tiga
And lay all on the floor tiga
i think they want more tiga
I em out like 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 your be caught