Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex
The black Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how could you 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, best success is my worst blunder
Y'all trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi

Vivienne Westwood, I'm
Get the whole Trump 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 make the world go
Tell the hustlers, toast to the

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

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

Toastin with my entourage went from robbin' 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 a Terror Squad
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 want his baby back, but low so
Tell 5-0 to catch me at the pro bowl
On the field diamonds the jockey on my Polo

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

Tell the gangstas to to the balers
We make the go round
And tell the 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 two-steppin

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

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

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

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

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

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