Luyện nghe bài hát Box of Lucky Charms

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

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

(A. Nickatina)
Pinky ring shinin like a diamond
I was right when that gangsta started cryin
and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire
The that we it accept all liars
Fears and desires, no court choirs
about "I quit" no more retires
It's who can as they ride on the flames
With gasoline, cop a new
Get that super bad dime on the
And don't lose of the ultimate scheme

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

(A. Nickatina)
Hey, hey, hey
My like clothes from Louis Vuitton
Now let the freaks in the house the game is on
Jamal Wilkes, man imma pop J
He'll me silk til my dying day
The gods got angels with guns in
Man that'll rip through a
Man the sharks in the water for your
And as you farther bitch the sharks getting larger
Cold spender and not a money lender
Man let a ounce break down in a blender
Man it's yo and A. Nickatina
It's like Joe and Darryl in toe adidas
I'm swimming in the river of the
Holla at me now hoe forget the remix
Because I'm reloaded, and all the know it
It might be candy man but it's never candy coated
Man it's like a semi when I gotta you gimme
Reputation searchin like the and the remmy
See that Imma cop that, God!
Police ain't Gonna spark that, God!
Take this and cry about the pain
Or them dice and roll with the game

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