Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I ain't
Them ran in the spot for selling
up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap acting like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining like a big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling mints out son had mad
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, that clique's from outta state
They weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique rock Lo sweaters
my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And me gain duke
Grab the cell, I got a 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
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
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 from
Confront him the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karan shit on, two
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on ships flooded with all chips
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head when he
Butter soft Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
Yo, shorty be fucking mad niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screaming like a bitch!