Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's is in the background*
(this is a best guess based on heard underneath Rae's conversation)
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a one
May I be yes? My mic is like a laser beam
that blow the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king 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 die, them peoples do lie
And if the street know, you're 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, my cup till flowin

All that good

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

YouknowhatImean? You the whole of the whole night
But seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen 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 come off


Just come off her as her drawers

Fuck bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga get burnt
Yeah
It's like you hear tomorrow right
like yo, blahzay blahe
It's the wind, I'm you
yeah word
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,
for line, line for line
How we get down wit da
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?
rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them niggaz ran in the for sellin
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
This had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pullin out son had mad clientele
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that from outta state
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the doe-getters
And terrors on fat clique they 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 pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't bout Hancock
No for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We gon' get dat cruchy 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 your man, where's the sky Land at?
playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Karen shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the swing
anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of I was slayin
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 leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor the black Lex Luthor
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
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 that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screamin a bitch!