Luyện nghe bài hát Minnesota Nice

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

I'm stayin fresh to death, fucker, check the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, the lesson is.
Man you're really and she is worse,
Who wants to to leave?
Me first!
Smelling like a 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.
go Prof flexin on 'em again.
Follow a couple women and I holler 'em in.
Take 'em to the dollar store or bar 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 with a fist full,
Everybody are now, blow the whistle.

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

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

Came up the way and put my name up,
Now why would anybody wanna hate
Straight up, your fake pump snake blood!
Fuck you and the space you up!
My eyes are red cause my in death
I put my feet up on the table they slice the bread!
Boast and until my toe gets tagged,
Old men swagger a grocery bag!
I go one for the road, two for the encore,
Couple more make you like you're holding down floor!
You a whore, cause they make money,
You're just a bum with DNA on your tummy.
Ask your 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I walk into the place with the 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 be, they call me Minnesota Nice!