Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

Yo, yo, yo, to ride, nigga, yeah

Aiyyo, we or five niggaz with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the on
on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice on, looks my wrist been cut

And we just it back from Beijing
Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to rings
But the music stopped, Jada stood up
Before the speech, he had raise they cups

He said, "I been in spots where I can't even it"
"Don't drink the Cris', mighta pissed in it"
dude, black down, pourin' the saki
Face slumped to the side Rocky

And Strahan came through his bullshit ring
He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my bling
Don't be afraid of the New York talk
I gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch

The chairs is suede, the is velvet
ballroom, so live I felt it
Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' pelvis
Playin' with they pussy, middle drippin', I smelt it

Poker tables, joints just for rap niggaz
Me and Sheek, around bitch slappin' niggaz
There go Rae, go P
Yo Chop,

Sam writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn
Used to rob in Sam's, buy shams
For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' steel
Jamaican food under the wheel

You know the deal, book somethin' then
Went from a O to a low, apartment in Brookdale
was my motto, lotto numbers is what?
Had it in me, rolled down coolin' coke

That's the '90s, Chef era take over
Bag Ugly up, make her Ms. Guerrera
Pinky wench in sweaters, burnin' the mic booth
Travel past my heritage

old school niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, missin' a ki
Yo, I do this a natural movement
me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it

Yeah, yo, I did it my way, off on the highway
Greek statues on both of the driveway
to the stamps on the diesel
The way these niggaz is lookin' they got cramps or they evil

One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard
Cashmere and suede
On top of the beige
45 government edition clippers, hollows

My clientele is supreme and proven
That I'm only built for the Link if Cuban
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet
Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck

Movin' powder, and a lot of wet
gonna die, that's a promise not a threat
Yeah, but I ain't with the
'Cause I'd just rather them
This is a cartel gatherin',