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 underneath conversation)
Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My mic is a laser beam
that blow between the bushes, St. and I the king of things
Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
and will I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you die, them peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of cane pain
[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the
I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the
of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup flowin

All that good

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole of the whole night
But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I it
You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit,
Word, did you try to get a swerve 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 nigga gonna get
yeah
It's you hear something tomorrow right
like yo, blahzay blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
Yeah yeah
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 shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?

Raekwon

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

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap I ain't tellin
niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pullin mints out son had mad
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Carrington
You the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique rock Lo sweaters
my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me game, yo grab the
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 plus no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man Farragut
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's 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, for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the swing
anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - 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 lights out, dip the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his head when he
But a soft Perry Ellis leather with
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you to scrape her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!