Luyện nghe bài hát Box of Lucky Charms

(A. Nickatina)
My morning off with the chicken and the waffles
Baby say she 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 man keep 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)
Queez strike a pose like a statue
Brand new clothes, too as I'm at you
Bad news bear, all you too late now
The said it best pay style
Not a little bit, not even fifty
We don't trip one in the city, pimp
West coast, the blade on the
And I leave her at my next show

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

(Queez)
We a fool, your main beez in the pool
No imma have to take her back to school
Those dirty mags imma clown Bernie Mac
Hit his hoe she heard me rap
I got no for your little small 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 Louis Vuitton
Now let the freaks in the house know the is on
Wilkes, man imma pop that J
He'll me silk til my dying day
The got angels 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 getting larger
Cold money spender and not a money
Man let a quarter ounce break in a blender
Man it's yo and A. Nickatina
It's like Joe and Darryl in toe adidas
I'm swimming in the of the phoenix
at me now hoe forget about the remix
Because I'm reloaded, and all the know 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 Imma cop that, God!
Police ain't Gonna spark that, God!
Take this valium and cry about the
Or throw them dice and roll with the

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