Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

Yeah, lace the don't have it, a hatred addict
I need faces mad with when I'm around or I'm wastin fabric
I don't feel greater till my plush cause you to suck your teeth
Till mean-muggin on my mean nothin

Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Pushkin
The black Russian, ice disgustin
I bling, how could you question my direction
Or my time for Gangstas two-steppin'

You hate me, thank me but lately
I burned so much trees I environmentalists angry
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your best is my worst blunder
Y'all livin trendy on pennies, I cop Fendi

Westwood, I'm good
Get the whole Tower top floor for the hood
Dre and Cool, we ridin and why to Miami?

We the world go round
Now let's to the hustlers
We the world go round
Tell the hustlers, to the gangstas

We make the world go
Tell the gangstas to toast to the
We make the go round
And tell the ballers a glass for all of us
We make the go round

I see you on the floor jockin my swag
I'm Ralph Lauren tags
And pourin inside a Polo glass
bitches rollin grass, Escobar unfoldin cash

Toastin with my entourage went from armored cars
To armin' stars, red to the L'Armitage
We throwin red at the Mirage
I pull that red on twenties out my garage

Instead of South Beach like havin a Terror Squad
We the best, big pimpin, top down, spinnin
Top Gun, Tom Cruise tucked my Gucci linen, no Just Romo you tryin' to shine I put the nine on your jersey for chromo

Jessica Simpson so-so
Nick his baby back, but that's low so
Hawaii 5-0 to catch me at the pro bowl
On the field diamonds chokin the jockey on my

CB let em know
We make the world go
Tell the hustlers, toast to the
We make the go round

the gangstas to toast to the balers
We make the go round
And the ballers pour a glass for all of us
We make the world go

We make the world go
From my and your town
We on top, no us now
We got Patron, the ballers

Ladies on the float and all of 'em
From L.A. to Harlem
L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
So I ain't stop he need to put the up

We start with Bellini's and end with Patron
H. Lorenzo belt, from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper, be sad not to walk out the store
With bags a 100 cash, shoppin

Violence only when hafta, hafta to you up
a Peach Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Vanilla Dutch
Mets cap, Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that 300 the average up on the neck, black

Paid the cost, be the boss, Black floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black
Top down, new fashion, me is like
Seein through the of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin

And I'm laughin', my from album sales
Y'all is ring-tone platinum but .99 adds up
I don't 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
young Mike Jackson on the same track, what?

Now, toast to the hustlers
We make the world go
Tell the to toast to the gangstas
We make the go round

Tell them to toast to the ballers
We make the world go
And the ballers pour a glass for all of us
We make the world go