Luyện nghe bài hát Cartel Gathering

Yo, yo, yo, to ride, nigga, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them old niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, missin' 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, off on the highway
Greek on both sides of the driveway
Word to the on the diesel
The way these niggaz is either they got cramps or they evil

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

My is supreme and it's proven
That I'm only built for the Link if Cuban
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet
'Last Kiss' is a French one, not a peck

Movin' powder, 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 rather them
This is a cartel gatherin',