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 what's heard underneath conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could be Son
Ricochet daily hit the for a cold one
May I be blessed My mic is like a laser beam
blow between 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 will I, drink it and we
too be dope, you die, them 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 up the block
I said, ock, I'm hot, go sit on the bay by the docks
of the black, I'm packed, always got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup flowin

All that good

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the night
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 come pullin off her as her

Fuck that though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight like a nigga gonna get burnt
yeah
It's like you hear something right
Some like yo, blahe
the wind, I'm tellin you
Yeah word
the air, I can feel it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and 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
This is how we get
Yeah, line for line, line for
This is how we get

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap 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
Glasses gold, shinin like a big boy
This nigga had ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake
You know the kid the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me game, yo 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 weed plus no time to get
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, all outta my face
We gon' get dat cruchy for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who in - Abbott and his man from Farragut
him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the green to pull up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six a piece plus the chain swing
Like on ships flooded wit all diamond 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 out, dip behind the couch
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 niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor the black Lex Luthor
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screamin a bitch!