Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz - Raekwon

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 like fat cat though
Glasses gold, like a real big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
mints out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's outta state
They weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most dough
And on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me gain
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 bout Hancock
No for weed plus no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat crunchy for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweating this
Guess who in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karan shit on, two
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head he entered
Butter soft Perry leather with Dorinda
A of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fucking mad niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae I'm about to her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!