Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the
(this is a best guess based on what's heard Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, never be Son
Ricochet hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser
that blow between the bushes, St. and I the king of things
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, it's real
and thrillin will I, it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, you're of slang cane pain
[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I 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, got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup flowin

All that good

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

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


Just come pullin off her as her

Fuck that though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get
yeah
It's like you hear tomorrow right
like yo, blahzay blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
yeah word
It's the air, I can it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and like
the sun ain't out
Yo the sun don't shine nobody,

Raekwon

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

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