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
Blowin' on saxophones, the band is
So much ice on, looks like my wrist cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

You the deal, book somethin' then blow
from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale
Gold was my motto, numbers is what?
Had it in me, rolled down with coke

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

Them old 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, 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 these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or evil

One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but dough
and suede cargoes
On top of the Wallo's
45 government edition clippers, hollows

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

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