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 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 me, should 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 on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi

Westwood, I'm good
Get the whole Tower 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 go round
the hustlers, toast to the gangstas

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

I see you haters on the floor jockin my
I'm poppin Ralph tags
And pourin champagne inside a glass
Model 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 red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage

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

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

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

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

We make the go round
From my town and 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
From L.A. to Harlem
So I ain't stop he need to put the up

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

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

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

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

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

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