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 feel greater till my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth
Till mean-muggin on my clean-thuggin nothin

Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex
The poetry-writin Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how you question my direction
Or my time for collection? Gangstas

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 on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi

Vivienne Westwood, I'm
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 make the go round
Tell the hustlers, to the gangstas

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

I see you haters on the floor jockin my
I'm poppin Ralph tags
And pourin champagne inside a glass
Model bitches grass, Escobar unfoldin cash

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Violence when hafta, hafta to swell 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

the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in black horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the lens of Helmut camera, light flashin

And I'm laughin', my from album sales
Y'all is platinum but .99 cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young
With young Mike Jackson on the same track,

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

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