Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't telling
Them niggas ran in the spot for
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling out son had mad clientele
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's from state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Carrington
You know the kid with the dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they Lo sweaters
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 to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talking bout
No for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We get dat crunchy 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?
playing Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia to pull up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six a piece plus the chain swings
Like anchors on ships flooded with all chips
pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of brass I was
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
the key in the lock, cocked the Glock
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
at his head when he entered
Butter soft Perry leather with Dorinda
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 black Lex
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill 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 screaming like a bitch!