Luyện nghe bài hát Rush - Lady Luck

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

What ya'll gonna do when we rush the
Buy out the bar then rush the (niggas)
ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the
Criminal Eminem don't act feminine
But talk and six hit your women friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like
It's again (who)
hotter then you
It's like cop car with my rocks in view
Pay homage to a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick them dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, glock
At Any nigga out to stop
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 broads we the door (c'mon)
Grap your drinks and rush the (c'mon)
We keep it hot from to wall (c'mon)
From the front to the rear get it crunk in (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

[Lady
I came in the door, said it
Luck drunk till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, wall to wall
Ball I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and that whip I drive
On I-95 getting hed in the
Me and Root sipping Gin and The
Jewelry to loose, jeans hang my boots
You keep that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head it a sunroof
Good God, my whole hard
And accounts is large
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean
Chick shake yo ass like you want cash
Nigga pump it fast like you some ass
We flash, we blast
crash, we laugh
Got the game on smash, with my ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
Watch them they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We came to in here (ya ya ya yeah)
off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch ice in here

Luck]
I me and my medicine
High off
Luck spit than half you veterans
In a hundred whether she got leather skin
Never deal with if the cheddar ain't in
Let us begin on how y'all again will win
Vodka and gin will my fist rocking ya chin
Smoke till eyes Lil Kim - slim
skin, fight men, life very exciting
Move like lighting, can't do the thing
Keep an ice ring, lips very
Look is my thing, till the fat chick sing
I sex tracks with Viagra and
Love to bling bling, glocks go Bing Bing
go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now
The flow, the style, the dough, pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's

(Chorus) x2

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