Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tell the gangstas to toast to the
We make the world go
And tell the pour a glass 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 ballers

Ladies on the and all of 'em two-steppin
From L.A. to two-steppin
From L.A. to two-steppin
So I stop he need to put the ladies up

We start Bellini's and end with Patron shots
H. belt, buckle from Chrome Heart
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 Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Vanilla 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, pull up in that horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the lens of Helmut camera, light flashin

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

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

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