Luyện nghe bài hát All Around The World

Swear to God I just down

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

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

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

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

Said all love, Sure Club, M-I-A
Party at bungalow eight, when I
look like a hundred Beyonce's
A fiancres, I'm the new DeVante
Come and talk to me, mami in the
Garant, I hope, she ain't too
twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
I'm tryin' to show her how a baller and a roller

Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the
Runnin' I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce the time my Mom couldn't spend Christmas
Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish
in the world, anywhere for my girl
Forever my lady, blind and crazy
A ticket and you pay to see D - Sade

Sade, you know I love you sweet Sade
All around the

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

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, that I feel you
Real recognize and you lookin' familiar
I'ma 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 party the sun don't set

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

Same, same, same song song song