Luyện nghe bài hát Rush - Lady Luck

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

What ya'll gonna do when we rush the
Buy out the bar then the floor (niggas)
ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, wrist crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the
Criminal like Eminem don't act
But talk and six hit your women friends
Ball Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon
It's again (who)
hotter then you
It's like cop car lights my rocks in view
Pay homage to a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick about them dollars, be a like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, hollers
At Any out to stop ours
we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
One spot, gunshots, get the dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Roots] (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we the door (c'mon)
Grap your drinks and rush the (c'mon)
We it hot from wall 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 drunk till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, rock to wall
till I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and that whip I drive
On I-95 hed in the ride
Me and Root sipping Gin and The
Jewelry to loose, jeans over my boots
You keep think you bullet proof
I put to your head give it a sunroof
Good God, my whole hard
And bank is large
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and John
Chick shake yo ass you want some cash
Nigga pump it fast like you some ass
We don't flash, we
crash, we laugh
Got the game on smash, with my ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
Watch them boys riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We came to in here (ya ya ya yeah)
Turn off those in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We y'all ice in here

Luck]
I said me and my
High off
Luck spit better than you veterans
In a hundred whether she got leather skin
Never deal with problems if the ain't in
Let us begin on how y'all never again win
Vodka and gin have my fist rocking ya chin
Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim -
Light skin, men, life very exciting
Move like lighting, do the wife thing
Keep an ice ring, very enticing
this is my thing, till the fat chick sing
I sex with Viagra and ginseng
Love to bling bling, your glocks go Bing
Mines go BLOW BLOW, how you like me now
The flow, the style, the dough, pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now critical

(Chorus) x2

[Lady
Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)
(Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, (yeah)
'cause-on, 'cause-on, party on, on
Uh ya ya (x3)