Luyện nghe bài hát All Around The World

[ fat joe ]
Yeah
Terror squad
Cuban what-what
'99,

[ 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I to party
Plus I always cause trouble when I bacardi
Got the hotties sippin rum, with the stumps
Music out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk
From the bronx, settin, it all out
No doubt, your coast
the east, west, north, south
Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto
Extra-large players kareem abdul jabbar
Word to god, pun, my crew give a fuck who you are
We do our job we part of the mob, shoot up the bar
Cuban the don like john gotti
I brung a shotie for the chump bodies
If it's on on, mami

[ ]
mister cuban link, baby, comin through with the hits
Gettin love from the ladies my crew in the triz
And goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps
(we run shit)
All around the
You know I do my thing, baby, cuban link eclipse
squad, new era, god, better choose who you with
When we flip ain't no tellin what we do to click
(we run shit)
All the world

[ 2: cuban link ]
terror squadian, bacardi dark got me crashin the party
Undressin hotties to take it all from the drawers to barbie bits
Pokin up in ? vaginal? flow in carhartts and timbos
Thuggin it with a limp, cause cuban link is to pimp hoes
Gettin bimbos from all angles, straight out the combo
From a I needed gettin head in a durango
Grab your ankles, do the hula-hoop your culo I do ya
Nothin's than fuckin while you're puffin a bag of buddah
Don the cuba's got your cura, juniors like butuvas
as luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover
Who the man now? so many mamis, I can't count
Holdin my count down till the last round, hands
No question I blow your chest in with a smith &
You'll be dead in less than a - reckon
listen, my weapon, step in my sessions for lessons
Lasting impression, destined to be the best in this

[ ]

[ 3: cuban link ]
I'm runnin ralleys from new york to cali up in a
Puffin like daddy with paddy, baggin the up in the backseat
Crackin forties, actin naughty, tellin em shorties, havin
Watchin pokeys four freaks - now that's me
I be the nasty cuban, like I'm patrick ewing
Pass me a bag of weed, a brew, and the track that doing
For you and yours, full of glitter
Showin all my skills a stripper, baby, hit me with some shit for now
Break it down, hit the ground, move your hips
Make it bounce, shoop and sit on my dick and do the brown
If you we can bounce right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge style, y'all know my name by now

[ ]

[ fat joe ]
No
link, baby
'99
Terror
All you fake-ass
to be like us, talk like us
But you could never walk us
Fuck around and get in chalk
Terror
Joe
Big pun


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