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 heard underneath Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the kid, dress down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the for a cold one
May I be yes? My mic is like a laser beam
that between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things
[Cappadon] the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
and thrillin will I, drink it and we
too be dope, you can't die, them do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane
[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the
I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the
of the black, I'm packed, always got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup flowin

All good shit

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

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


Just come off her as her drawers

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

Raekwon

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

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them niggaz ran in the for sellin
Word up, pushed up, man got up
him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pullin mints out son had mad
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway Blake Carrington
You the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo
my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me game, yo the cell
I got a heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
No for weed plus no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from
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!)
lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karen on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swing
Like anchors on flooded wit all diamond chips
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two of brass I was slayin
Meditatin, red dot be for my payment
the key in the lock, cocked the glock
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his head when he
But a soft Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the larger than life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, Ghost
Thought for a second, turned
Threw the nine in his
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screamin like a bitch!