Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. commercial is in the background*
(this is a best guess based on heard underneath Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a 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 of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
and thrillin will I, drink it and we
too be dope, you can't die, peoples do lie
And if the street know, you're full of slang 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 fully packed, got my Trojan
Heads got open, fill my cup till flowin

All good shit

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


Just pullin off her as her drawers

Fuck that bitch though, Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight feel like a gonna get burnt
Yeah
like you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
Yeah yeah
It's the air, I can it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and like
the sun even out
Yo the sun shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?

Raekwon

One-two, one-two,
Line for line, for line
How we get down wit da
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?
rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, up, man got mushed up
him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
This had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pullin out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, that clique's from outta state
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't bout Hancock
No time for plus no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We gon' get dat cruchy for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - and his man from Farragut
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in
Where's your man, 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 plus the swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit grips
Layin, two bottles of I was slayin
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
his head when he entered
But a soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae, you about to her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, turned
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screamin like a bitch!