Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

Aiyyo, we four or five with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the on
on saxophones, the band is rough
So ice on, looks like my wrist been cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

old school niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, missin' a ki
Yo, I do this with a movement
me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' 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 these niggaz is either they got cramps or they evil

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

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

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