Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the
(this is a guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)
Who's the Wallabe 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. Ide's and I the 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, full of slang cane pain
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the
of the black, I'm packed, always got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, my cup till flowin

All that shit

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

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


Just come pullin off her as her

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

Raekwon

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

Yo! Can you me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I tellin
niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat
Glasses gold, shinin a real big boy
This nigga had ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pullin mints out son had mad
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo clique's from outta state
They weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout
No for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from
him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky blue at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here 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 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, cocked the
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-redded his when he entered
But a soft Perry leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger life
Yo, be fuckin 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, chill
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!