Luyện nghe bài hát Box of Lucky Charms

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

(Queezy)
Young strike a pose like a statue
new clothes, too close as I'm at you
Bad news bear, all you squares too now
The Godfather said it best pay
Not a little bit, not even cent
We trip one dime in the city, pimp
West coast, the on the esco
And I leave her automatic at my next

(A. Nickatina)
Pinky shinin like a baseball diamond
I was right there when that started cryin
Twisted and wired, 4 hire
The game we it accept all liars
Fears and desires, no room choirs
Forget about "I quit" no retires
who can maintain as they ride on the flames
With gasoline, cop a new
Get super bad dime on the team
And don't lose focus of the ultimate

(Queez)
We a fool, throw your main in the pool
No imma have to take her back to school
Those dirty mags clown like Bernie Mac
Hit his hoe cause she me rap
I got no for your little small 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 homies like clothes Louis Vuitton
Now let the in the house know the game is on
Wilkes, man imma pop that J
He'll call me til my dying day
The gods got angels with in hands
Man bullets 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 down in a
Man it's yo and A. Nickatina
like Joe and Darryl in shell toe adidas
I'm in the river 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 never candy coated
Man it's like a when I gotta 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 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 just one of silence...
Yeah burn your
dance, wipe your sweat off with a wrist band
Gon' just back, keep your lip latched
Me wit your broke hoe, that's the
Not even if I'm blind and I see pitch
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 boot like Sicily, you too cool's how I hit the weed
Make sure The Sco go in history
For the Cougnuts, and Mr. Cee
blow