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 you to suck your teeth
Till mean-muggin on my clean-thuggin nothin

dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The poetry-writin Russian, ice disgustin
I bling, how could you question my direction
Or my time for collection? Gangstas

You hate me, should thank me but
I burned so much trees I keep angry
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst
Y'all livin trendy on pennies, I cop Fendi

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 make the world go
Tell the hustlers, to the gangstas

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

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

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

Instead of shoppin South like havin a Terror Squad
We the best, big pimpin, top down, chrome
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 that's so-so
Nick want his back, but that's low so
Tell 5-0 to catch me at the pro bowl
On the field diamonds chokin the jockey on my

CB let em though
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 pour a glass for all of us
We the world go round

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

Ladies on the and all of 'em two-steppin
L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
From L.A. to Harlem
So I ain't he need to put the ladies up

We with Bellini's and end with Patron shots
H. Lorenzo belt, from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the
With bags 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 300 carats the average up on the neck, black

Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar
at the Venetian, pull 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 sales
Y'all is ring-tone but .99 cents adds up
I hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
With young Mike Jackson on the same track,

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

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