Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

Women I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The black Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how could you my direction
Or my time for collection? Gangstas

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

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

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

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

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

Toastin with my entourage went from robbin' cars
To stars, red carpet 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 Terror
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 want his baby back, but low so
Tell Hawaii 5-0 to catch me at the pro
On the field chokin the jockey on my Polo

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

We make the 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 Harlem
L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
So I ain't he need to put the ladies up

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

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

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

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

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

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