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 of a capo
Shoot at the reflection in the mirror of
If you hit your target then they say you live
In a box of lucky man keep a few Gs
And never talk about the kept up your sleeve
you? please, I'm all about greed
Make the crowd freeze, get the cheese then

(Queezy)
Queez strike a pose like a statue
Brand new clothes, too as I'm at you
Bad news bear, all you squares too now
The Godfather said it best pay
Not a little bit, not even fifty
We don't trip one in the city, pimp
West coast, the on the esco
And I leave her at my next show

(A. Nickatina)
ring shinin like a baseball diamond
I was right there when that 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 more
who can maintain as they ride on the flames
With gasoline, cop a new
Get that bad dime on the team
And don't lose focus of the scheme

(Queez)
We a fool, throw main beez in the pool
No rules imma have to take her back to
Those dirty mags imma like Bernie Mac
Hit his hoe she heard me rap
I got no time for your small talk
All ya'll know Quipto play
On off all off, everything in time
Til then roll up and bust my rhyme

(A. Nickatina)
Hey, hey, hey
My homies 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 daughter
And as you swim farther bitch the sharks getting
Cold money spender and not a lender
Man let a quarter ounce break in a blender
Man it's Quipto yo and A.
like Joe and Darryl in shell toe adidas
I'm in the river of the phoenix
Holla at me now hoe forget the remix
I'm reloaded, and all the hoes know it
It might be candy painted man but it's never coated
Man it's like a semi when I gotta tell you
Reputation searchin like the henny and the
See car? Imma cop that, God!
Police ain't Gonna spark that, God!
Take valium and cry about the pain
Or throw them dice and roll with the

(Queez)
Roll the game, my homie said feel my pain
Some say that he might rise
Put your flame to the sky, and 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, your lip latched
Me wit broke hoe, that's the mismatch
Not even if I'm blind and I see pitch
Please belive imma have it down on track
One way or another I gotta get your record til respect my get back
get the boot 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