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 be, they call me Minnesota Nice!
I don't wanna be, I'm fresh,

I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, the kicks!
101, homes, what the lesson is.
Man you're really and she is worse,
Who to volunteer to leave?
Me first!
like a platypus feeling like a hippo,
See the girls as soon as I step out the limo.
Just because we share the same mic mean you nice either,
really any shirt can be a beater.
There go Prof on 'em again.
Follow a gorgeous women and I holler 'em in.
'em to the dollar 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,
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. Poole]
It's official, I've been made of the ratio,
Now all I care is (gears?) and fellatio.
The of a man's career on your Casio,
your battle 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 classiest or the trashiest,
I'm planet on the streets of Minneapolis.
And I'm the for world class lyricism,
Be glad that your chick is blast in in her system!
She that rock hard rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap stars to crash in her basement.
year 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.

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

Came up the way and put my name up,
Now why would anybody hate slug?
Straight up, your fake pump snake blood!
you and the space you take up!
My eyes are red cause my in death
I put my up on the table where they slice the bread!
Boast and until my toe gets tagged,
Old men with a grocery bag!
I go one for the road, two for the encore,
Couple more you feel like you're holding down floor!
You ain't a whore, cause they money,
You're a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy.
Ask your 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I walk into the place the grace of a John Deer,
And then you're got weird!

I don't wanna be, I 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 be, they call me Minnesota Nice!