Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I telling
Them niggas ran in the spot for
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show acting like fat cat
Glasses gold, shining a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Ahoy!
surrounded, this political brown kid
All out the yo, my man walked in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Carrington
You know the kid with the most getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me gain
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 Hancock
No time for weed plus no time to get
That night, up in the
Cousin had me out, skeed all outta my face
We get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweating Hilfidiger
who walked in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him with the on his back, walk in black
your 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!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia to pull up
He got the Donna Karan shit on, two
Six carats a plus the chain swings
anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
the key in the lock, cocked the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head he entered
Butter soft Perry leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad Columbian
Fuck it, get on the meet the black Lex Luthor
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!