Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

Yeah, lace the nations don't it, a hatred 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 teeth
Till mean-muggin on my clean-thuggin 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 success is my worst blunder
Y'all livin trendy on pennies, I cop plenty

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

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

We make the go round
Tell the 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

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

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

Instead of shoppin South Beach 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 Simpson so-so
Nick his baby back, but that's low so
Tell 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 make the go round

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

We make the go round
From my town and your
We on top, no us now
We got Patron, the ballers

Ladies on the and all of 'em two-steppin
From L.A. to two-steppin
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. Lorenzo belt, buckle Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to 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 Vanilla
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 that horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the lens of 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 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
With Mike Jackson on the same track, what?

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

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