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, like my wrist been cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them old niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, missin' a ki
Yo, I do this a natural movement
Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, 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 stamps on the
The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got or they evil

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

My clientele is 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

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 splatter them
is a cartel gatherin', what?