Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap I ain't telling
niggas ran in the spot for selling
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show acting like fat cat
gold, shining like 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 mints out son had mad
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's outta state
They bubble in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You the kid with the most 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 watch me gain
Grab the cell, I got a heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talking bout Hancock
No for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, all outta my face
We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his
Don't try to front, you was sweating Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man Farragut
him with the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, the sky blue Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, 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 Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the swings
anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber
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 he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the meet the black Lex Luthor
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, chill
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screaming like a bitch!