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 don't be, you might be bad, but I'm worse,
So worse!
I wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!
I don't be, I'm staying fresh,

I'm fresh to death, mother fucker, check the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, what the is.
Man you're ugly and she is worse,
Who wants to to leave?
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 mean you either,
really any can be a wife beater.
There go Prof on 'em again.
Follow a couple gorgeous 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,
Prof get the ... like, oh 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 been made of the ratio,
Now all I about is (gears?) and fellatio.
The soul of a career on your Casio,
your battle drones and fly you off the patio,
Everybody wants off the microphone,
So they can just...and a Viper on some chrome.
But I'm the beats or the trashiest,
I'm exists 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 that hard rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap stars used to in her basement.
This the flash dated six point five,
Head shots appear we're making this joint
And affect once my man.
Now show respect and shake a gentleman's hand.

Cuauhtli]
Ah, I'm a breath of fresh air,
Sexy mother fucker with long ass hair.
I mean to be tasteless,
thought I take a second to explain my greatness.
I'm an example of how to step your up,
Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks.
Ride through my entertaining your sister,
Bass bumpin old (solberry kickers?)
I'm to tell it like a T.I. Is,
I hope you catch a (know?), what you about this?
I'm so bad, a single parent 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 ...
getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my weight 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 hate slug?
Straight up, your fake heart snake blood!
Fuck you and the space you up!
My eyes are red cause my life in
I put my feet up on the table where 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,
more make you feel like you're holding down floor!
You ain't a whore, cause make money,
You're just a bum with somebody's DNA on tummy.
Ask your peers Atmosphere,
Went to the and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I walk into the place with the grace of a Deer,
And then face got weird!

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