Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I ain't
Them ran in the spot for selling
Word up, pushed up, man got up
him at a rap show acting like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this political kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most 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 heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talking bout
No for weed plus no time to get locked
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 sweating Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
playing Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the swings
Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond
pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, the Glock
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head when he
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
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, where's the cash and the stash that's
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!