Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The black poetry-writin Russian, ice
I started bling, how you question my direction
Or my for collection? Gangstas two-steppin'

You hate me, thank me but lately
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 plenty

Vivienne Westwood, I'm
Get the whole Tower top floor for the hood
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
Tell the hustlers, toast to the

We the world 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 go round

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

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

Instead of shoppin South Beach havin a Terror Squad
We the best, big pimpin, top down, spinnin
Top Gun, Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen, no Just Romo you tryin' to shine I put the nine on 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 diamonds the jockey on my Polo

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

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

We the world go round
From my town and town
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 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 from Heart
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the
bags worth a 100 cash, shoppin

Violence only when 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, pull up in that black
Top down, new fashion, me is like
Seein the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin

And I'm laughin', my plaque's from sales
Y'all is ring-tone platinum but .99 cents up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young
With young Mike Jackson on the same track,

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

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