Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's is in the background*
(this is a guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could be Son
daily hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed My mic is like a laser beam
that between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, it's real
and thrillin I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, them do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of slang pain
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the
of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my
got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin

All that shit

KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you in lookin flavorful

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the night
But I've it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it
You know, my G is too for that shit, knowhatI'msayin?
Word, did you try to get a little kid on?
Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come off


Just pullin off her as her drawers

Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the
Yo yo tonight feel a nigga gonna get burnt
yeah
It's you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
Yeah yeah
the air, I can feel it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at and shit like
the sun ain't out
Yo the sun don't nobody, knowhatI'msayin?

Raekwon

One-two, one-two,
for line, line for line
How we get wit da rhyme
Yo, it be a line for line, line for
is how we get down
Yeah, line for line, line for
This is how we get

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't
niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show like fat cat though
gold, shinin like a real big boy
This had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pullin out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Carrington
You know the kid the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me game, yo the cell
I got a to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin Hancock
No time for weed no time to get locked
That night, up in the
had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from
Confront him wit the on his back, walk in black
your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the green to pull up
He got the Donna Karen shit on, two
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber
Layin, two bottles of brass I was
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my
Heard the key in the lock, the glock
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
his head when he entered
But a soft Perry leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggaz
Fuck it, get on the meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!