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
at the reflection in the mirror of life
If you hit target 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 please, I'm all about greed
Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese leave

(Queezy)
Young strike a pose like a statue
new clothes, too close 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 cent
We don't trip one dime in the city,
coast, the blade on the esco
And I leave her automatic at my show

(A. Nickatina)
Pinky ring shinin a baseball diamond
I was right there that gangsta started cryin
and wired, gun-mouth 4 hire
The game that we it all liars
Fears and desires, no court choirs
Forget about "I quit" no more
It's who can maintain as they ride on the
With gasoline, cop a new
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 have to her back to school
Those mags 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 homies like clothes from Louis
Now let the in the house know the game is on
Jamal Wilkes, man imma pop J
He'll call me silk til my day
The gods got angels guns in hands
Man bullets rip through a
Man the sharks in the 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 Quipto yo and A.
It's like Joe and in shell toe adidas
I'm in the river of the phoenix
Holla at me now hoe forget about the
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 the henny and the remmy
See that car? cop that, God!
Police ain't around? spark that, God!
Take this 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 to the sky, and strike ya lighters
For Mac Dre one moment of silence...
Yeah burn your
Thizz dance, wipe your sweat off a wrist band
Gon' just kick back, keep your lip
Me wit broke hoe, that's the mismatch
Not if I'm blind and I see pitch black
Please belive imma have it on this track
One way or another I gotta get record til they respect my get back
get the boot like Sicily, you fools too cool's how I hit the weed
Make The Sco go down in history
For the Cougnuts, and Mr. Cee
blow