Luyện nghe bài hát Box of Lucky Charms

(A. Nickatina)
My morning starts off the chicken and the waffles
Baby say she never touched the hand of a
Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of
If you hit your target then they say you live
In a box of lucky man keep a few Gs
And never talk about the tricks kept up your
Help you? please, I'm all greed
the crowd freeze, get the cheese then leave

(Queezy)
Young Queez strike a pose a statue
Brand new clothes, too as I'm at you
Bad news bear, all you squares too now
The Godfather it best pay style
Not a little bit, not even cent
We don't trip one in the city, pimp
coast, the blade on the esco
And I leave her at my next show

(A. Nickatina)
Pinky ring shinin a baseball diamond
I was right there when that gangsta cryin
Twisted and wired, 4 hire
The game we it accept all liars
Fears and desires, no room choirs
about "I quit" no more retires
It's who can as they ride on the flames
gasoline, cop a new beam
Get that super bad dime on the
And lose focus of the ultimate scheme

(Queez)
We a fool, throw your main in the pool
No rules imma have to her back to school
Those dirty mags imma clown Bernie Mac
Hit his hoe she heard me rap
I got no time for your little talk
All ya'll Quipto play hardball
On off all off, come in time
Til just roll up and bust my rhyme

(A. Nickatina)
Hey, hey, hey
My homies like clothes from Vuitton
Now let the freaks in the house the game is on
Jamal Wilkes, man pop that J
call me silk til my dying day
The gods got with guns in hands
Man bullets rip through a
Man the sharks in the water for daughter
And as you swim farther bitch the getting larger
Cold money spender and not a money
Man let a ounce break down in a blender
Man Quipto yo and A. Nickatina
It's like Joe and in shell toe adidas
I'm in the river of the phoenix
Holla at me now hoe about the remix
Because I'm reloaded, and all the know it
It might be candy painted man but it's candy coated
Man it's like a semi when I tell you gimme
Reputation searchin like the and the remmy
See that car? cop that, God!
ain't around? Gonna spark that, God!
Take this valium and cry the pain
Or throw them dice and roll with the

(Queez)
Roll with the game, my homie said feel my
Some say that he might again
Put flame to the sky, and strike ya lighters
For Mac Dre one moment of silence...
burn your backwood
Thizz dance, your sweat off with a wrist band
Gon' just kick back, keep your lip
Me wit broke hoe, that's the mismatch
Not even if I'm blind and I see black
Please belive imma have it down on track
One way or I gotta get your record til they respect my get back
Yeah get the boot like Sicily, you too cool's how I hit the weed
Make sure The Sco go down in
For the Cougnuts, and Mr. Cee
blow