Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam Cooke 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, somethin' then blow
Went from a O to a low, apartment in Brookdale
Gold was my motto, lotto is what?
Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with

That's the '90s, Chef era take over
Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms.
Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex 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 with a natural movement
Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, it, I'm losin' it

Yeah, yo, I did it my way, off on the highway
Greek statues on sides 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 but hard dough
and suede cargoes
On top of the Wallo's
45 government clippers, straight hollows

My clientele is supreme and it's
That I'm only for the Link if it's 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
You're gonna die, a promise not a threat
Yeah, but I with the chatterin'
'Cause I'd just rather them
This is a cartel gatherin',