Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. commercial is in the background*
(this is a best based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the kid, dress down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the for a cold one
May I be yes? My mic is like 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 thrillin will I, drink it and we
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 up the block
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 till

All good shit

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

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 for that 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 bitch though, Shoulda, on the real
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
the air, I can feel it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit
the sun ain't out
Yo the sun don't 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, for line
This is how we get
Yeah, for line, line for line
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 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
Pullin out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake
You the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they 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
Lexus nigga, I 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 chump for all of his
Don't try to front, you was sweatin Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man Farragut
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in
Where's your man, the sky blue Land at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Karen shit on, two rings
Six a piece plus the chain swing
anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back 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
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his when he entered
But a soft Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the floor the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, Ghost
Thought for a second, around
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!