Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's is in the background*
(this is a guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's 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 laser
that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the of things
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin real
and thrillin I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, them do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of cane pain
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
I said, ock, I'm hot, go sit on the bay by the docks
of the black, I'm fully packed, got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup flowin

All that shit

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole
But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? I seen it
You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit,
Word, did you try to get a little kid on?
Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come off


Just come pullin off her as her

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

Raekwon

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

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them niggaz ran in the spot for
Word up, pushed up, man got up
him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin a real big boy
nigga had mega 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 them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's outta state
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most
And terrors on fat shit they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me game, yo the cell
I got a heist to pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I talkin bout Hancock
No time for plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his
try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man Farragut
Confront him wit the on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky 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 Karen shit on, two
Six carats a piece plus the swing
Like anchors on ships wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was
Meditatin, red dot be for my payment
the key in the lock, cocked the glock
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his when he entered
But a soft Perry Ellis with Dorinda
A of, Kion's 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 bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screamin like a bitch!