Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap I ain't telling
Them niggas ran in the spot for
up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining like a big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
Pulling out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
them niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake
You know the kid the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique rock Lo sweaters
my man, that's 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 ain't talking Hancock
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 chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweating Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop 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 carats a piece plus the swings
Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
at his head when he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with
A friend of, wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggas
it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, chill
Thought for a second, around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!