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 like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this 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 from outta state
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid the most dough getters
And terrors on fat clique they rock Lo sweaters
my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me duke
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 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 crunchy chump for all of his
Don't try to front, you was sweating Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
Confront him with the on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky blue at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the green to pull up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the swings
Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
at his head when he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the floor the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, Ghost
Thought for a second, around
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screaming like a bitch!