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 between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things
[Cappadon] Crack the of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
and will I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, peoples do lie
And if the don't know, you're full of slang cane pain
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
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 flowin

All good shit

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? Like I 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 nigga gonna get
yeah
It's like you hear 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 ain't out
Yo the sun don't shine nobody,

Lyrics:

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

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I tellin
Them niggaz ran in the spot for
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat
gold, shinin 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
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
They bubble in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid 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 me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
No time for weed no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his
try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - and his man from Farragut
Confront him wit the on his back, walk in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia to pull up
He got the Karen shit on, two rings
Six carats a plus the chain swing
anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was
Meditatin, red dot be for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, the glock
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his head he entered
But a soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggaz
it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
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!
his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!