Luyện nghe bài hát Box of Lucky Charms

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

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

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

(Queez)
We a fool, your main beez in the pool
No rules imma to take her back to school
Those dirty mags imma clown like Mac
Hit his hoe she heard me rap
I got no time for little small talk
All know Quipto play hardball
On off all off, come 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 call me silk til my day
The got angels with guns in hands
Man bullets rip through a
Man the sharks in the water for your
And as you farther bitch the sharks getting larger
money spender and not a money lender
Man let a quarter ounce break down in a
Man it's yo and A. Nickatina
It's like Joe and Darryl in shell toe
I'm swimming in the of the phoenix
at me now hoe forget about the remix
Because I'm reloaded, and all the hoes it
It might be candy painted man but it's candy coated
Man it's like a semi when I gotta tell you
Reputation searchin the henny and the remmy
See that Imma cop that, God!
Police ain't around? spark that, God!
Take valium and cry about the pain
Or throw them and roll with the game

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