Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. commercial is in the background*
(this is a guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the for a cold one
May I be yes? 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 real
and will I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, peoples do lie
And if the street know, you're 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 packed, always got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, my cup till flowin

All that good

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

YouknowhatImean? You the shit of the whole night
But I've seen it though, 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 pullin off


Just come off her as her drawers

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

Raekwon

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

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I tellin
Them niggaz ran in the spot for
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show actin fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin like a big boy
nigga had mega 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 twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most
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 watch me game, yo the cell
I got a to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talkin 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 for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man Farragut
him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karen on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all chips
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of I was slayin
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 when he
But a soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae, you to scrape her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screamin like a bitch!