Luyện nghe bài hát All Around The World

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

[ verse 1: link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I to party
Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle
Got the sippin rum, maseratis with the stumps
bumpin out the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk
From the bronx, settin, it all out
No doubt, toast coast
the east, west, north, south
Now it's all about the terror squad, superstars
Extra-large players like abdul jabbar
Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a who you are
We do our job we part of the mob, shoot up the bar
the don daddy like john gotti
I brung a long for the chump bodies
If on it's on, mami

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

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

[ ]

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

[ ]

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


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