Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't telling
Them niggas ran in the for selling
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap acting like fat cat though
gold, shining like a real big boy
This nigga had ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, political brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake
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 ain't talking Hancock
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 chump for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweating this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in
your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money 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 piece plus the swings
Like on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back 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 head when he
Butter soft Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the larger than life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!