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 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 yes? My mic is like a laser 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 thrillin will I, it and we only
too be dope, you die, them peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of cane 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 good

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole of the whole 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 pullin off


Just pullin off her as her drawers

Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the
Yo yo feel 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
It's the air, I can it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at and shit like
the sun even out
Yo the sun shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?

Raekwon

One-two, one-two,
for line, line for line
How we get down wit da
Yo, it be a line for line, line for
This is how we get
Yeah, for line, 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 show actin like fat cat
gold, shinin like a real big boy
This had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that from outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You the kid with the most 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 watch me game, yo 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 for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat cruchy for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweatin this
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 said he be in fifteen!)
lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Karen shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swing
Like on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was
Meditatin, red dot be for my payment
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 Ellis 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
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill
Thought for a second, around
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!