Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

Women I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The poetry-writin Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how could you my direction
Or my for collection? Gangstas two-steppin'

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

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

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

We make the world go
Tell the to toast to the ballers
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 poppin Lauren tags
And pourin champagne a Polo glass
Model bitches grass, Escobar unfoldin cash

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 300 carats the average up on the neck, black

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

And I'm laughin', my plaque's from 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, let's toast to the
We the world go round
the hustlers to toast to the gangstas
We make the world go

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