Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I telling
Them ran in the spot for selling
up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show acting fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining a real big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling mints out son had mad
Order me twice Kion, chill!
them niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta state
They weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most 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 to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
nigga, I ain't talking bout Hancock
No time for plus no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
playing Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia to pull up
He got the Donna Karan on, two rings
Six a piece plus the chain swings
Like anchors on flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber
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, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger life
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
Strip fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to her, chill Ghost
for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!