Luyện nghe bài hát Rush

[Lady
Uhh,
Luck
Def Jam
Shutting the game down from the
To the
You in da
Yo
this

What gonna do when we rush the door
Buy out the bar then rush the (niggas)
ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, gonna crush ya jaw
Don't a broad who rocking the Timberlands
Criminal like don't act feminine
But slick and six hit your women friends
Ball like Wimbledon like cinnamon
It's them (who)
Niggas then you
It's like cop car with my rocks in view
Pay homage to a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, hollers
At Any nigga out to ours
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood
One spot, gunshots, get the dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your and rush the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from to wall (c'mon)
the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

[Lady
I in the door, said it before
Luck getting drunk I fall to the floor
Come back for more, wall to wall
till I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and ride whip I drive
On I-95 hed in the ride
Me and sipping Gin and The Juice
to loose, jeans hang over my boots
You keep that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head it a sunroof
Good God, my whole hard
And bank accounts is
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean
shake yo ass like you want some cash
Nigga pump it like y