Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I telling
niggas ran in the spot for selling
Word up, pushed up, man got up
Seen him at a rap show acting like fat cat
Glasses gold, shining like a 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 twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo that from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the dough getters
And terrors on fat shit they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And me gain duke
Grab the cell, I got a heist to off well
At the end of the week, I'm you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talking bout
No time for 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 this Hilfidiger
Guess who in having it, his man from Farragut
him with the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky blue at?
Stop Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, said he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the Millenia to pull up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond
Back pockets: two clips - wit rubber grips
Laying, two bottles of I was slaying
Meditating, red dot be for my payment
the key in the lock, cocked the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his when he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch than life
Yo, be fucking mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, Ghost
Thought for a second, turned
Threw the nine in his
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!