Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga,

Aiyyo, we or five niggaz with furs on
Up top up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowin' on saxophones, the is rough
So ice on, looks like my wrist been cut

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

He said, "I been in spots I can't even mention it"
"Don't the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it"
Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the
Face to the side like Rocky

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

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

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

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

You know the deal, book then blow
Went from a O to a low, little apartment in
Gold was my motto, lotto is what?
Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with

That's the '90s, era take over America
Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms.
wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth
Travel right my heritage

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

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

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

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

powder, piff and a lot of wet
You're gonna die, a promise not a threat
Yeah, but I ain't with the
'Cause I'd just splatter them
This is a cartel gatherin',