Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't telling
Them niggas ran in the spot for
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show acting like fat cat
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this political kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pulling out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway Blake Carrington
You the kid with the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me duke
Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I talking bout Hancock
No time for weed no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's your man, the sky blue Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
not lying, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karan on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swings
Like on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of brass I was
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
the key in the lock, cocked the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
at his head when he entered
Butter Perry 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 Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae I'm 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 like a bitch!