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
daily hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a beam
that blow the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's
and thrillin 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 slang pain
[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the
I said, ock, I'm hot, go sit on the bay by the docks
of the black, I'm fully packed, got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till

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 little kid on?
to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off


Just come pullin off her as her

Fuck that though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo feel like a nigga gonna get burnt
yeah
It's you hear something tomorrow right
Some yo, blahzay blahe
the wind, I'm tellin you
Yeah word
the air, I can feel 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, for line
How we get wit da rhyme
Yo, it be a line for line, line for
is how we get down
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 spot for
Word up, pushed up, man got 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, political brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pullin out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake
You know the kid with the 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 grab the
I got a heist to pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout
No for weed plus no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut
Confront him wit the on his back, walk in black
your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Karen shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all chips
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two of brass I was slayin
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my
Heard the key in the lock, the glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
his head when he entered
But a soft Perry leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae, you about to her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screamin like a bitch!