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 show acting fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining like a big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this political kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pulling mints out son had mad
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid the most dough getters
And on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me duke
the cell, I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I talking bout Hancock
No time for weed plus no to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweating this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
not lying, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karan on, two rings
Six a piece plus the chain swings
Like anchors on ships with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit grips
Laying, two bottles of brass I was
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head he entered
Butter Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
Strip fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!