Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

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

And we made it back from Beijing
Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight
But then the music stopped, 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', mighta pissed in it"
Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the
Face slumped to the side Rocky

And Strahan came through with his bullshit
He said, "Yikes", I pulled out my monster 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 walls is
ballroom, so live I felt it
Fat in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis
Playin' with pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it

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

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

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

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

Them old niggaz is me
me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki
Yo, I do this a natural movement
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 on both 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, fresh 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 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 ain't with the
'Cause I'd just rather them
is a cartel gatherin', what?