Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them old school is me
me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki
Yo, I do this a natural 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 both sides of the
Word to the on the diesel
The way these niggaz is lookin' they got cramps or they evil

One go, we all go, fresh but hard dough
and suede cargoes
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
Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck

Movin' powder, and a lot of wet
You're die, that's a promise not a threat
Yeah, but I with the chatterin'
'Cause I'd just splatter them
This is a gatherin', what?