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, never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a beam
that between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things
[Cappadon] the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
and thrillin will I, it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, full of slang cane 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, always got my
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup flowin

All good shit

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole
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 little kid on?
Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come off


Just pullin off her as her drawers

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

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't
Them niggaz ran in the for sellin
Word up, up, man got mushed up
him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin like a big boy
This had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, political brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch niggaz, aiyyo 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
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 to pull off well
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 out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his
Don't try to front, you was sweatin this
Guess who in - Abbott 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?
playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond
pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my
Heard the key in the lock, the glock
Turn the lights out, dip the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his head when he
But a soft Perry Ellis with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!