Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I telling
Them ran in the spot for selling
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show acting like fat cat
gold, shining like a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, political brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pulling mints out son had mad
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake
You the kid with the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me gain
Grab the cell, I got a heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talking bout Hancock
No time for weed no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweating Hilfidiger
who walked in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him with the on his back, walk in black
your 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!)
He's not lying, for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a plus the chain swings
Like anchors on ships flooded all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
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 Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad niggas
Fuck it, get on the 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, around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!