Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap I ain't telling
Them ran in the spot for selling
up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show acting like fat cat
Glasses gold, shining like a big boy
This nigga had ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway 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 me gain duke
Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I talking bout Hancock
No for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
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 Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's your man, the sky blue Land at?
playing Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swings
Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
the key in the lock, cocked the Glock
Turn the out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his when he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the larger than life
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor the black Lex Luthor
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, Ghost
Thought for a second, turned
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!