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 like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining a real big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this political kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that clique's from state
They bubble in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You the kid with 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 to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talking Hancock
No for weed plus no time to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his
Don't try to front, you was sweating this
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in
your man, where's 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 a piece plus the chain swings
Like on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit 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 when he
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
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
Thought for a second, turned
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the stash mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he screaming like a bitch!