Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I telling
niggas ran in the spot for selling
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
This nigga had ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this political kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the dough getters
And on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And me gain 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 ain't bout Hancock
No time for weed 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
try to front, you was sweating this Hilfidiger
Guess who in having it, his man from 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 Donna Karan shit on, two
Six carats a piece plus the chain
anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
Heard the key in the lock, the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis with Dorinda
A friend of, wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the meet the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screaming like a bitch!