Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

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

And we made it back from Beijing
my jeweler, told 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 I can't even mention it"
"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta in it"
Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the
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 street
I switch all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch

The chairs is suede, the walls is
ballroom, so live I felt it
Fat asses in fishnets, they pelvis
Playin' with they pussy, finger drippin', I smelt 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 niggaz in Sam's, buy
For my dude's shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel
Eatin' food under the wheel

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

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

Them old niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody 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, lights off on the
Greek statues on sides of the driveway
to the stamps on the diesel
The way these niggaz is either they 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 government 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

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