Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

Yeah, lace the nations don't have it, a addict
I need faces mad with frowns 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 mean nothin

dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The poetry-writin Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how you question my direction
Or my time for collection? 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 livin on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We the world go round
my town and your town
We on top, no us now
We got Patron, the two-steppin

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

Violence only when hafta, hafta to you up
Prefer a Peach Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Vanilla
Mets cap, Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that 300 the average up on the neck, black

Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in black horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, flashin

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

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

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