Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't telling
Them ran in the spot for selling
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show acting fat cat though
gold, shining like a real big boy
This had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling out son had mad clientele
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that from outta state
They bubble in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me gain
the cell, I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talking bout Hancock
No time for weed plus no to get locked
That night, up in the
had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweating Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in
your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swings
Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his when he entered
Butter Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, turned
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!