Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz - Raekwon

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap I ain't telling
niggas ran in the spot for selling
Word up, up, man got mushed 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
Pulling out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Carrington
You know the kid the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they Lo sweaters
my man, that's 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
nigga, I ain't talking bout Hancock
No time for plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, all outta my face
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
who walked in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
playing Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money 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 diamond
Back two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head when he
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae I'm to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
his hand, he started screaming like a bitch!