Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz

Yo! Can you me?
rap Magellan I ain't telling
Them ran in the spot for selling
up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show acting fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining like a big boy
nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling mints out son had mad
Order me Cristal Kion, chill!
Watch them niggas, a-yo clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most dough
And terrors on fat shit clique they Lo sweaters
That's my man, 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
Lexus nigga, I ain't talking bout
No time for weed plus no time to get
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all my face
We gon' get dat crunchy for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man Farragut
Confront him the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, the sky blue Land at?
playing Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lying, wait for the green to pull up
He got the Donna shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain
Like anchors on ships 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
the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his when he entered
Butter soft Perry leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger life
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, chill
for a second, turned around
Threw the in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started like a bitch!