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 fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Ahoy!
surrounded, this 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
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway Blake Carrington
You know the kid the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo
my man, that's 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
Lexus nigga, I talking bout Hancock
No time for weed no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
him with the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia to pull up
He got the Donna Karan on, two rings
Six carats a plus the chain swings
Like on ships flooded with all diamond chips
pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
at his head when he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger life
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!