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, like my wrist been cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them old niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody 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 statues on sides of the driveway
Word to the stamps on the
The way these niggaz is lookin' either got cramps or they evil

One go, we all go, D-boy but hard dough
Cashmere and cargoes
On top of the Wallo's
45 edition clippers, straight hollows

My clientele is supreme and proven
That I'm built 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

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