Luyện nghe bài hát Box of Lucky Charms

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

(Queezy)
Young Queez strike a pose like a
Brand new clothes, too as I'm at you
Bad news bear, all you squares too now
The Godfather said it pay style
Not a little bit, not even fifty
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 shinin like a baseball diamond
I was right there when that started cryin
Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4
The that we it accept all liars
Fears and desires, no court room
about "I quit" no more retires
It's who can maintain as they ride on the
gasoline, cop a new beam
Get that super bad on the team
And don't lose focus of the scheme

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

(A. Nickatina)
Hey, hey, hey
My like clothes from Louis Vuitton
Now let the freaks in the house know the is on
Jamal Wilkes, man imma pop J
call me silk til my dying day
The gods got with guns in hands
Man that'll rip through a
Man the in the water for your daughter
And as you swim farther bitch the sharks larger
Cold spender and not a money lender
Man let a quarter ounce break in a blender
Man it's Quipto yo and A.
It's like Joe and Darryl in shell toe
I'm swimming in the river of the
at me now hoe forget about the remix
Because I'm reloaded, and all the hoes 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 henny and the
See that car? cop that, God!
Police ain't around? spark that, God!
Take this valium and cry about the
Or them dice and roll with the game

(Queez)
Roll with the game, my homie feel my pain
Some say he might rise again
Put your flame to the sky, and strike ya
For Mac Dre one moment 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 I gotta get your record til they respect my get back
Yeah get the boot Sicily, you fools too cool's how I hit the weed
sure The Sco go down in history
For the Cougnuts, and Mr. Cee
blow