Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The black poetry-writin Russian, ice
I bling, how could you question my direction
Or my time for collection? two-steppin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CB let em though
We the world go round
the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
We make the go round

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

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

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

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

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

Paid the cost, be the boss, Caesar floss
at the Venetian, pull up in that black horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, light

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

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

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