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] the Wallabe kid, dress 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. Ide's and I the king of
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin real
and thrillin will I, drink it and we
too be dope, you can't die, peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, you're of slang 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
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup flowin

All that shit

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

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


Just come pullin off her as her

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

Raekwon

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

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap 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 fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin a real big boy
This had mega 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 clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength 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 Hancock
No for weed plus no time 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 Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man Farragut
him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Karen shit on, two rings
Six carats a plus the chain swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond
Back 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 the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his head he entered
But a soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian
it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae, you about to her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!