Luyện nghe bài hát Minnesota Nice

I don't wanna be, I you with a smirk,
I don't 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 call me Nice!
I wanna be, I'm staying fresh,

I'm stayin to death, mother fucker, check the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, the lesson is.
Man you're ugly and she is worse,
Who wants to volunteer to
Me first!
Smelling like a feeling like a hippo,
See the girls scream as soon as I out the limo.
Just because we share the same mic don't you nice either,
any shirt can be a wife beater.
There go Prof on 'em again.
Follow a couple gorgeous women and I 'em in.
Take 'em to the 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 grab a of bars, I'm living with a fist full,
Everybody are now, blow the whistle.

[Mr. Poole]
It's official, been 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 exists on the streets of Minneapolis.
And I'm the catalyst for world lyricism,
Be glad your chick is blast in this in her system!
She loves that rock rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap stars to crash in her basement.
This year the flash six point five,
Head shots appear we're this joint live
And once again my man.
Now some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.

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

Came up the way and put my name up,
Now why would wanna hate slug?
Straight up, fake heart pump snake blood!
you and the space you take up!
My eyes are red my life in death
I put my feet up on the table they slice the bread!
Boast and brag my toe gets tagged,
Old men with 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 somebody's DNA on your tummy.
Ask your 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I walk into the with the grace of a John Deer,
And then face got weird!

I don't wanna be, I service you 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 me Minnesota Nice!