Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex
The black Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how you question my direction
Or my for collection? Gangstas 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 success is my worst
Y'all livin trendy on pennies, I cop plenty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tell the gangstas to toast to the
We make the world go
And tell the 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
L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
From L.A. to Harlem
So I ain't stop he to put the ladies up

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

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

Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black
Top down, new fashion, me is like
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 hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
With young Mike Jackson on the 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 gangstas to toast to the ballers
We the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a for all of us
We make the world go