Luyện nghe bài hát Box of Lucky Charms

(A. Nickatina)
My starts off with the chicken 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 charms man a few Gs
And never talk the tricks kept up your sleeve
you? please, I'm all about greed
Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese leave

(Queezy)
Young Queez a pose like a statue
new clothes, too close as I'm at you
Bad news bear, all you too late now
The Godfather said it best pay
Not a little bit, not fifty cent
We don't trip one in the city, pimp
West coast, the blade on the
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, gun-mouth 4
The game that we it accept all
Fears and desires, no court room
Forget about "I quit" no retires
It's who can maintain as they on the flames
gasoline, cop a new beam
Get that bad dime on the team
And don't lose focus of the ultimate

(Queez)
We a fool, throw your beez in the pool
No rules have to take 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 small
All ya'll know Quipto play
On off all off, everything come in
Til just roll up and bust my rhyme

(A. Nickatina)
Hey, hey, hey
My like clothes from Louis Vuitton
Now let the in the house know the game is on
Wilkes, man imma pop that J
He'll me silk til my dying day
The gods got angels with guns in
Man that'll rip through a
Man the in the water for your daughter
And as you farther bitch the sharks getting larger
Cold spender and not a money lender
Man let a quarter ounce break in a blender
Man it's yo and A. Nickatina
like Joe and Darryl 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 painted man but it's 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? spark that, God!
Take this valium and cry the pain
Or throw them dice and with the game

(Queez)
Roll with the game, my homie feel my pain
Some say that he might rise
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' kick back, keep your lip latched
Me wit broke hoe, that's the mismatch
Not if I'm blind and I see pitch black
Please imma have it down on this track
One way or another I get your record til they respect my get back
Yeah get the like Sicily, you fools too cool's how I hit the weed
Make sure The Sco go down in
For the Cougnuts, and Mr. Cee
blow