Luyện nghe bài hát All Around The World

Swear to God I just down

All the world, same song
Killa nigga, same song
A-T-L, same
Real-adelphia dude all around the world

London, England, of France
And all points between they about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Tokyo Giant like
I am poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce up and down Crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or
Bathrobe, in the lobby like weed

Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a
And handlin' the stand about five-eight
Five-nine, wine, fine dine either that or I'm mixin' in Switzerland
Tryin' to buy time, out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
When it's back home back to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the that took me

All around the
bombers
Detroit
Chi-Town, all around the

it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A
Party at bungalow eight, when I
Pool look a hundred Beyonce's
A fiancres, I'm the new DeVante
and talk to me, mami in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she too young
Only twenty-one and older let another nigga her
I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a

Sleep one place, the pie to keep the engine
Runnin' then I up in Martha's Vineyard
Same boss year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce about the time my Mom spend Christmas
Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish
Anywhere in the world, for my girl
Forever my lady, crippled and crazy
A and you pay to see D - sweet Sade

Sade, don't you know I you sweet Sade
All around the

Said it ain't where you from yo where you at
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, niggaz don't clap
It's real killers out in Cali, some just act
Hollywood like out the hood, it's all to the good
players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slackin' on they mackin', haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of real folks
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I

Shit it ain't about city or borough
It's if you really as thorough and if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, means I feel you
Real recognize and you lookin' familiar
Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas eatin' at Chef's
One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up
Then we party like the sun set

We gon' you all around the world
It's the song, everywhere
It's the song
We gon' take you all the world, same song
Same
Same
All around the

Same, same, same song song song