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 show acting fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining like a big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling mints out son had mad
me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You know the kid the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit they rock 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 pull off
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talking bout Hancock
No time for weed plus no time to get
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, all outta 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 it, his man from Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's your man, the sky blue Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
not lying, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karan on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on ships flooded with all chips
Back pockets: two clips - wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of 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 niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!