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 like fat cat
Glasses gold, shining like a 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 outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake
You know the kid with the most getters
And terrors on fat clique they rock Lo sweaters
my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the of the Wu
And watch me 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 bout Hancock
No time for weed no time 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
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in having it, his man from
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, in black
Where's your man, where's the sky Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, 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 a piece plus the chain swings
Like anchors on flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber
Laying, two bottles of brass I was
Meditating, red dot be waiting for my
the key in the lock, cocked the Glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the
Kion, gag his
Infra-red at his head he entered
Butter soft Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than
Yo, shorty be mad Columbian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on drawers
Yo Rae I'm about to scrape her, Ghost
Thought for a second, around
the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I know!
Shot his hand, he started screaming a bitch!