Luyện nghe bài hát Minnesota Nice

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!
I don't be, I'm staying fresh,

I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, what the is.
Man you're really and she is worse,
Who wants to volunteer to
Me first!
Smelling like a platypus feeling a hippo,
See the girls scream as as I step out the limo.
Just because we share the same mic don't mean you either,
really any shirt can be a beater.
There go Prof on 'em again.
a couple gorgeous women and I holler 'em in.
Take 'em to the dollar store or bar the friends,
be callin' 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 together now, the whistle.

[Mr. Gene
It's official, been made aware of the ratio,
Now all I about is (gears?) and fellatio.
The soul of a career on your Casio,
Control 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 classiest or the trashiest,
I'm planet exists on the of Minneapolis.
And I'm the catalyst for class lyricism,
Be glad that chick is blast in this in her system!
She that rock hard rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap stars to crash in her basement.
This year the flash six point five,
Head shots appear we're making joint live
And affect once my man.
Now some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.

[Felipe
Ah, I'm like a breath of air,
Sexy mother fucker with long ass hair.
I didn't to be tasteless,
Just thought I a second to explain my greatness.
I'm an of how to step your game up,
Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you ducks.
Ride through my hood entertaining sister,
Bass old school (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 is lookin' sloppy!
You can't stop me, broke the on this Chevy,
fast, try to catch the homies ...
It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my up,
It's bigger your block homeboy, so throw your state up.

Came up the way and put my name up,
Now why would wanna hate slug?
Straight up, your fake heart snake blood!
Fuck you and the space you up!
My eyes are red my life in death
I put my feet up on the 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 more make you feel you're holding down floor!
You ain't a whore, they make money,
You're just a bum with DNA on your tummy.
Ask peers 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I into the place with the grace of a John Deer,
And you're face got weird!

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!