Luyện nghe bài hát Minnesota Nice

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

I'm stayin to death, mother fucker, check the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, what the is.
Man you're ugly and she is worse,
Who wants to volunteer to
Me first!
Smelling a platypus feeling like a hippo,
See the girls scream as as I step out the limo.
Just because we share the same mic don't you nice either,
really any shirt can be a beater.
There go Prof on 'em again.
Follow a couple women and I holler 'em in.
'em to the dollar store or bar with the friends,
She'll be callin' again, you can it a win!
All I do is do it, in my Buick,
get the ... like, oh I'll do it!
I a couple of bars, I'm living with a fist full,
are together now, blow the whistle.

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

Cuauhtli]
Ah, I'm like a of fresh air,
Sexy mother fucker with that ass hair.
I mean to be tasteless,
Just thought I take a to explain my greatness.
I'm an example of how to your game up,
Aim up, when I'm out you lame ducks.
Ride my hood entertaining 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 know this?
I'm so bad, like a single mommy with her hair all did,
But her kids is sloppy!
You can't stop me, broke the on this Chevy,
Moving fast, try to catch the ...
It's heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up,
bigger than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.

Came up the hard way and put my up,
Now why would anybody wanna hate
Straight up, your heart pump snake blood!
you and the space 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 until my toe gets tagged,
Old men swagger with a bag!
I go one for the road, two for the encore,
Couple more make you like you're holding down floor!
You ain't a whore, cause make money,
You're just a bum somebody's DNA on your tummy.
Ask your 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the hell and got a rap career!
Now I walk into the with the grace of a John Deer,
And you're face got weird!

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