Luyện nghe bài hát Spot Rusherz - Raekwon

Yo! Can you me?
Storytelling rap Magellan I telling
niggas ran in the spot for selling
Word up, pushed up, man got up
him at a rap show acting like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shining a real big boy
This nigga had ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cats surrounded, this brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man in
Pulling out son had mad clientele
Order me twice Kion, chill!
Watch niggas, a-yo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway Blake Carrington
You the kid with the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, my man too
him up on the strength 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 talking bout Hancock
No time for weed no time to get locked
That night, up in the
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my
We get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was this Hilfidiger
who walked in having it, his man from Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in
Where's man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playing Wu in the back, 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 Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a plus the chain swings
anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips
Back pockets: two - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Laying, two of brass 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 leather with Dorinda
A friend of, wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than 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 her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, around
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!