Luyện nghe bài hát All Around The World

Swear to God I just touched

All around the world, same
Cali nigga, same song
A-T-L, same
Real-adelphia it's all around the world

London, England, South of
And all points between they know your man
Konichiwa when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro
I am poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like

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

All around the
Brooklyn
players
Chi-Town, all the world

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

Sleep one place, sell the pie to the engine
Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's
Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' Christmas
Reminisce about the time my Mom couldn't spend
Now I'm send her on her own little wish list
in the world, anywhere 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 yo it's where you at
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't
real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the
Real players in the D-Twa, some of throwed
Slackin' on mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, of them real folks
Gangsters, come on Charlie I know

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

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

Same, same, same song song song