Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't telling
Them niggas ran in the spot for
up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining a real big boy
This nigga had 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 Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta state
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most getters
And on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength 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 talking bout Hancock
No time for plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his
Don't try to front, you was sweating this
who walked in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's 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!)
not lying, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of brass I was
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
Heard the key in the lock, the Glock
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head he entered
soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the larger than life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad Columbian
it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, Ghost
Thought for a second, around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!