Luyện nghe bài hát Minnesota Nice

I don't wanna be, I service you a smirk,
I wanna 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!
I don't wanna be, I'm 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!
like a platypus feeling like a hippo,
See the girls scream as soon as I out the limo.
Just because we share the same mic mean you nice either,
any shirt can be a wife beater.
There go Prof on 'em again.
Follow a couple 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,
Prof get the ... like, oh do it!
I grab a couple of bars, I'm living a fist full,
Everybody are now, blow the whistle.

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

Cuauhtli]
Ah, I'm a breath of fresh air,
Sexy fucker with that long ass hair.
I didn't to be tasteless,
Just thought I take a 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 hood your sister,
bumpin old school (solberry kickers?)
I'm trying to it like a T.I. Is,
I you catch a (know?), what you know about this?
I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy her hair all did,
But her is lookin' sloppy!
You can't stop me, broke the brakes on Chevy,
Moving fast, try to catch the ...
It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my up,
It's than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.

Came up the way and put my name up,
Now why anybody wanna hate slug?
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 where 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 you feel like you're holding down floor!
You a whore, cause they make money,
just a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy.
Ask your peers Atmosphere,
to the hell and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I walk into the place the grace of a John 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 wanna be, you be bad, but I'm worse,
So worse!
I wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!