Luyện nghe bài hát Bakin' Soda In Minnesota

52 blue diamond
Rhymin', designin', grindin'
You can cheddar like me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your money you're rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go
Or wake up in the morning cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get with me
If just i can find your hood
Who is that in the yo couldn't be
All the way out here, Nicki t
Russian, get the sparked
Get the started
And yo back fo the shark
Nigga

We got soda
All the way in minnesota
We got soda
Down in

I got a for Adidas, boss
But I betcha don't what my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, dem baby pit bulls
And no way you can touch my....cool
The 12th floor at the
You know, me and my tigaz there a lot

I sit when the mic's on
Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em
I remember rhymes used to with nets
Flight at the midnight high jets
You know Al stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts and
you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore
Rhymes you can buy at the store
You know who I am, I'm credit card scam
Hot like soulfood, and yams
Extra-curricula, netting riddicula
Hit the like the bear or the fiddila
Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya

We got soda
All the way down in
We got bakin
Down in

I my mom somethin' that made her cry
Looked her in the eye and rappers don't die
We not gonna an' tour, but we gon get by
So most of us be in hell high, kickin'
Now put the rhyme on a triple
Now rock it up, and it up,
And try to grind triple cream
get caught with the same scheme
Meaning don't get caught with the same thing,
It's you got to be bald
'cause and niggaz wanna see you go far
I they mad when I ticks them off
But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and some off

The hot wax that's real
up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable
They say got a new baretta
And he'll be aiming his gat like a letter, foreva
I hit the night like weather
And if you brag about your freak, i'mma say mine's way
I rotate like the hands of a
And find ways to make my rap all on your block
You better on the door tiga
And lay them all on the floor
'cause i think they more tiga
I blow em out like a tire
And hit the weed for Richard
Then em all straight liars
The corks in me like the of a fox
So get the grease hot,
Or tigaz'll be caught