Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

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

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

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

And Strahan came through with his bullshit
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 your peach

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

tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz
Me and Sheek, around bitch slappin' niggaz
go Rae, there 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' Jamaican food the wheel

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

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

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

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

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

My is supreme and it's proven
That I'm built for the Link if it's 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, that's a not a threat
Yeah, but I with the chatterin'
'Cause I'd rather splatter them
This is a cartel gatherin',