Luyện nghe bài hát Minnesota Nice

I don't wanna be, I you with a smirk,
I don't wanna be, you the way like a fly!
I wanna be, you might be bad, but I'm worse,
So worse!
I don't wanna be, call me Minnesota Nice!
I don't wanna be, I'm fresh,

I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, the kicks!
101, homes, what the lesson is.
Man you're ugly and she is worse,
Who wants to volunteer to
Me first!
Smelling like a platypus like a hippo,
See the scream as soon as I step out the limo.
Just because we share the mic don't mean you nice either,
any shirt can be a wife beater.
There go flexin on 'em again.
a couple gorgeous women and I holler 'em in.
Take 'em to the store or bar with the friends,
She'll be again, you can call it a win!
All I do is do it, in my Buick,
get the ... like, oh I'll do it!
I grab a couple of bars, I'm living a fist full,
Everybody are now, blow the whistle.

[Mr. Gene
It's official, I've made aware of the ratio,
Now all I about is (gears?) and fellatio.
The soul of a man's on your Casio,
your battle drones and fly you off the patio,
Everybody wants off the microphone,
So can just...and drop a Viper on some chrome.
But I'm the beats or the trashiest,
I'm planet on the streets of Minneapolis.
And I'm the for world class lyricism,
Be glad that chick is blast in this in her system!
She loves rock hard rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap used to crash in her basement.
This year the dated six point five,
shots appear we're making this joint live
And affect again my man.
Now show some and shake a gentleman's hand.

Cuauhtli]
Ah, I'm like a of fresh air,
Sexy mother fucker that long ass hair.
I mean to be tasteless,
Just thought I take a second to my greatness.
I'm an of how to step your game up,
Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks.
Ride through my hood your sister,
Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?)
I'm trying to tell it a T.I. Is,
I hope you catch a (know?), what you about this?
I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy with her all did,
But her kids is sloppy!
You stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy,
Moving fast, try to the homies ...
It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my up,
It's bigger than your homeboy, so throw your state up.

Came up the hard way and put my up,
Now why would anybody wanna hate
Straight up, fake heart pump snake blood!
Fuck you and the you take up!
My eyes are red my life in death
I put my up on the table where they slice the bread!
Boast and brag until my toe tagged,
Old men swagger with a bag!
I go one for the road, two for the encore,
Couple make you feel like you're holding down floor!
You ain't a whore, cause they money,
You're a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy.
Ask your 'bout Atmosphere,
to the hell and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I into the place with the grace of a John Deer,
And then face got weird!

I wanna be, I service you with a smirk,
I don't be, show you the way like a fly!
I wanna be, you might be bad, but I'm worse,
So worse!
I don't wanna be, they call me Nice!