Luyện nghe bài hát Best Meets Best

[Intro (Luck)]
B-Brokers, Best meets (The best)
It's about time, don't you
(Hey) real chicks
real shit (Concern yaself)

[Chorus
It don't get much better (Whoo-ooo)
You can't get of this (Whoo)

[Verse 1 Ms
I'm easily facts, ya opinions don't matter
No matter the muh'fucka we bustin', this muh'fucka poppin' or duckin'
Oh, easy ox, this is girl talk
Money and strong and I'm a pimp, see it in my walk
niggas get more than bitches, expect that
BSin' and half-steppin', how I'm to respect that?
Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much
Ya'll pissin' over the beats, I'm on ya front lawn
You want it, it could be on, fuck the piano's and
Take it back 'round the time Eddie was raw
The hood was happy and poor, now we poor and
No no Cris, rap music, son-of-a-bitch

2x]

[Verse 2 Lady
Ms. holla at me...
Yo I ain't in to funny, clik clak crackin' dummies
Have 'em wrapped mummies, wait til the tires get dunny
Baby the pussy's free but my time costs
Chain hang, look I got Alaska on me
Me and the homie Ms. Jade, switch lanes, game
Cocksucka, we Thelma and Louise, with to squeeze
Huh, mami came to it, spits piss colored
jeans in the Gucci, fuck it (Let's go)
I live it for real, spit steel the wheel
I cut ya grill, 'til you look like
at me
When them buck, even old ladies duck
on the truck, by the way my name is Luck

2x]

[Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms.

Yo yo yo, it just get no better, no hotter
No momma can touch, fuck with

It just don't get no sicker, no
Best meets best muh'fucka, who would

Yo pass the liquer

Or pass me the Swisha and up a fat one

I'm still high off the one

These rap bitches do not know who they wit

I'll pimp-back-slap 'em, get 'em that spit

We too sick, this is how it's to be done
Them got too prissy, cocked, thinkin' you fuckin' wit Luck?

You fuckin' wit Jade, then the Uzi spray
Right through ya prostate, projects into the world trade

I am a major talker, back it up
Come and

I'ma quick spark and leave a in ya chest

Luck is you still me?

Jersey

And Philly, zippin' the turnpike
Tricks right, burn right, Def Jam, Beat Club, bitches

We thugs, tough then we duff three in ya mug

4x]

[Outro (Jade)]
it up!!! (Turn it up!!!)
wit it (Rock wit it)
Rewind it (Rewind it back)
I that (I like that)
Ms. (Lady Luck)
Ms. (Lady Luck)
Uh uh