Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

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

And we just made it back Beijing
Seen my jeweler, told him melt the down to eight rings
But then the stopped, Jada 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', Ghost pissed in it"
Romanian dude, down, pourin' the saki
slumped to the side like Rocky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard
Cashmere and cargoes
On top of the Wallo's
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, not a peck

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