Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz - Raekwon

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I ain't
Them niggas ran in the for selling
Word up, up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap acting like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
This had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
surrounded, this political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta state
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the 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 for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat crunchy for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweating this Hilfidiger
Guess who in having 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 Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia to pull up
He got the Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece the chain swings
Like anchors on flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
Heard the key in the lock, the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head he entered
Butter soft Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the larger than life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!