Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

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

And we just made it from Beijing
Seen my jeweler, 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 been in spots where I even mention it"
"Don't drink the Cris', mighta pissed in it"
Romanian dude, black down, the saki
Face slumped to the side like

And Strahan came through 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, you do on your peach porch

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

Poker tables, crap just for rap niggaz
Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch 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 shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel
Eatin' Jamaican food the wheel

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

That's the '90s, Chef era take America
Bag Ugly up, make her Ms. Guerrera
Pinky wench in sweaters, burnin' the mic booth
Travel past 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
me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it

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

One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard
Cashmere and suede
On top of the Wallo's
45 government clippers, straight hollows

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

Movin' powder, and a lot of wet
gonna die, that's a promise not a threat
Yeah, but I ain't the chatterin'
'Cause I'd just rather splatter
This is a cartel gatherin',