Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, St. Ide's commercial is in the background*
(this is a guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the kid, dress down, could never be Son
daily hit the deli 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 it's
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 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 good shit

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole
But I've 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 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 tonight feel like a gonna get burnt
yeah
It's you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
Yeah yeah
the air, I can feel it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at and shit like
the sun even out
Yo the sun shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?

Lyrics:

One-two, one-two,
Line for line, for line
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
is how we get down

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them ran in the spot for sellin
up, pushed 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, political brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pullin out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
them niggaz, aiyyo that 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
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength of the Wu
And me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
No time for weed no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
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 from
Confront him wit the on his back, walk in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Donna Karen shit on, two
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond
Back pockets: two clips - wit rubber 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 when he entered
But a Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
Stripped fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae, you to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, turned
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screamin like a bitch!