Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

Yeah, lace the nations don't have it, a addict
I faces 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
Till mean-muggin on my mean nothin

dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The black Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how could you question my
Or my time for Gangstas two-steppin'

You me, should thank me but lately
I burned so much trees I environmentalists angry
I'm a dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder
Y'all livin on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi

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

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

We the world go round
Tell the 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 jockin my swag
I'm poppin Ralph Lauren
And pourin champagne inside a glass
Model bitches rollin grass, Escobar cash

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

Instead of shoppin South Beach havin 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 shine I put the nine on your for chromo

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

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

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

We the world go round
From my town and your
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
From L.A. to two-steppin
So I ain't stop he to put the ladies up

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

Violence only when hafta, to swell you up
Prefer a Peach Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a 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
through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin

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

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

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