Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, St. Ide's commercial is in the background*
(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a beam
that blow between the bushes, St. and I the king of things
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin real
and will I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of cane pain
[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
got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin

All that good

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 shit, knowhatI'msayin?
Word, did you try to get a swerve kid on?
to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off


Just pullin off her as her drawers

Fuck bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight like a nigga gonna get burnt
yeah
It's like you something tomorrow right
Some yo, blahzay blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
Yeah word
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?

Lyrics:

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

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them niggaz ran in the for sellin
up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap actin like fat cat though
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 twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's outta state
They bubble in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most
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 to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout
No time for weed plus no to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweatin this
who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in
Where's your man, where's the sky Land at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karen on, two rings
Six carats a plus the chain swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
his head when he entered
But a Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
Stripped fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!