Luyện nghe bài hát Minnesota Nice

I don't be, I service you with a smirk,
I don't wanna be, you the way like a fly!
I don't wanna be, you 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, mother fucker, the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, what the is.
Man you're ugly and she is worse,
Who to volunteer to leave?
Me first!
Smelling like a platypus feeling a hippo,
See the girls scream as as I step out the limo.
Just because we the same mic don't mean you nice either,
really any can be a wife 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,
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 of bars, I'm living with a fist full,
Everybody are together now, the whistle.

[Mr. Poole]
It's official, been made aware of the ratio,
Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio.
The soul of a man's career on Casio,
your battle drones 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 classiest or the trashiest,
I'm planet on the streets of Minneapolis.
And I'm the catalyst for class lyricism,
Be glad your chick is blast in this in her system!
She that rock hard rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap used to crash in her basement.
This year the flash dated six five,
Head shots appear we're making 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 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 your up,
Aim up, I'm out huntin' you lame ducks.
through my hood entertaining your sister,
Bass old school (solberry kickers?)
I'm to tell it like a T.I. Is,
I hope you catch a (know?), you know about this?
I'm so bad, like a single mommy with her hair all did,
But her is lookin' sloppy!
You can't stop me, the brakes on this Chevy,
fast, try to catch the homies ...
It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to my weight up,
It's bigger than your block homeboy, so 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 cause my life in
I put my up on the table where they slice the bread!
and brag 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 somebody's DNA on tummy.
Ask peers 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the hell and got a rap career!
Now I walk the place with the grace of a John Deer,
And you're face got weird!

I wanna be, I service you with a smirk,
I don't wanna be, show you the way 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!