Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Pushkin
The black Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how you question my direction
Or my time for collection? two-steppin'

You hate me, should thank me but
I so much 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 Fendi

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

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

I see you on the floor jockin my swag
I'm poppin Lauren tags
And pourin inside a Polo glass
Model bitches rollin grass, unfoldin cash

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

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

Simpson that's so-so
Nick his baby back, but that's low so
Hawaii 5-0 to catch me at the pro bowl
On the diamonds chokin 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 tell the pour a glass for all of us
We make the go round

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

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 start with Bellini's and end with Patron
H. belt, buckle from Chrome Heart
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
a Peach Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Vanilla Dutch
Mets cap, Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that 300 the average up on the neck, black

Paid the cost, be the boss, Caesar floss
at the Venetian, pull up in that black horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the lens of Helmut camera, light flashin

And I'm laughin', my plaque's album sales
Y'all is ring-tone platinum but .99 cents up
I hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
With young 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

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