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 your then 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 please, I'm all about 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 too late now
The Godfather said it 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 her automatic at my next show

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

(Queez)
We a fool, throw main beez in the pool
No imma have to take her back to school
Those dirty imma clown like Bernie Mac
Hit his hoe she heard me rap
I got no time for your little talk
All ya'll know play hardball
On off all off, everything in time
Til then roll 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 gods got with guns in hands
Man bullets rip through a
Man the sharks in the water for your
And as you swim farther bitch the sharks getting
Cold money 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 in the river of the phoenix
Holla at me now hoe 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 when I gotta tell you gimme
Reputation searchin like the and the remmy
See car? Imma cop that, God!
Police ain't around? Gonna that, God!
this valium and cry about the pain
Or them dice and roll with the game

(Queez)
with the game, my homie said feel my pain
Some say that he rise again
Put your flame to the sky, and ya lighters
For Mac Dre just one of silence...
Yeah your backwood
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 on this track
One way or another I gotta get record til they respect my get back
Yeah get the boot like Sicily, you too cool's how I hit the weed
sure The Sco go down in history
For the Cougnuts, and Mr. Cee
Let's