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
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 never talk about the tricks kept up your
Help you? please, I'm all about
Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese leave

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

(A. Nickatina)
Pinky shinin like a baseball diamond
I was right when that gangsta started cryin
Twisted and wired, gun-mouth 4
The that we it accept all liars
Fears and desires, no court choirs
Forget about "I quit" no retires
It's who can maintain as ride on the flames
gasoline, cop a new beam
Get that super bad dime on the
And lose focus of the ultimate scheme

(Queez)
We a fool, throw main beez in the pool
No rules imma 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 Quipto play
On off all off, come in time
Til just roll up and bust my rhyme

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

(Queez)
with the game, my homie said feel my pain
Some say that he might rise
Put your to the sky, and strike ya lighters
For Mac Dre just one of silence...
Yeah burn your
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 and I see pitch black
Please belive imma have it on this track
One way or another I gotta get your record til they respect my get
Yeah get the boot like Sicily, you fools too how I hit the weed
Make sure The Sco go in history
For the Cougnuts, and Mr. Cee
Let's