Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the
(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, down, could never be Son
Ricochet hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed My mic is like a laser beam
that between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin real
and will 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 up the block
I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the
of the black, I'm packed, always got my Trojan
got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin

All good shit

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the night
But seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it
You know, my G is too for that 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 bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the
Yo yo feel like a nigga gonna get burnt
yeah
It's you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
Yeah word
It's the air, I can it
It hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like
the sun even out
Yo the sun don't nobody, knowhatI'msayin?

Lyrics:

One-two, one-two,
for line, line for line
How we get down wit da
Yo, it be a line for line, line for
is how we get down
Yeah, line for line, line for
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
him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin a real big boy
This nigga had ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this 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
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You know the kid the most 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 me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout
No time for plus 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
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, in black
your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Donna Karen on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the swing
Like on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his head when he
But a soft Perry Ellis leather with
A friend of, 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
Thought for a second, turned
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!