Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap I ain't telling
Them 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, like a real big boy
This nigga had 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 Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most 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 me gain duke
the cell, I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talking bout
No time for weed plus no to get locked
night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We gon' get dat chump for all of his lump
try to front, you was sweating this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
him with the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia green to up
He got the Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit grips
Laying, two of brass 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
soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
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 and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!