Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I telling
Them niggas ran in the for selling
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show acting like fat cat
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
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta state
They weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the dough getters
And terrors on fat clique they 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 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 time to get
That night, up in the
Cousin had me out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat crunchy for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweating this
Guess who walked in it, his man from Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's your man, where's the sky Land at?
playing 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 Karan on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swings
anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
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
Infra-red at his head when he
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!