Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap I ain't telling
Them niggas ran in the spot for
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining 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
Order me twice 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 most dough
And terrors on fat shit they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me duke
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 plus no time to get
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We gon' get dat crunchy for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's your man, 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 Donna shit on, two rings
Six a piece plus the chain swings
Like on ships flooded with all diamond chips
pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
the key in the lock, cocked the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his when he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the larger than 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, turned
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!