Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't telling
Them niggas ran in the for selling
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap acting like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining a real big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway Blake Carrington
You the kid with the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they 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 ain't talking bout
No time for weed no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We gon' get dat crunchy for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in
Where's your man, where's the sky Land at?
playing Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
not lying, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Karan shit on, two rings
Six a piece plus the chain swings
Like anchors on ships with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of 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 Dorinda
A friend of, wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screaming like a bitch!