Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Man's World (1%)

You get up and howl about and democracy
There is no America, is no democracy
We no longer live in a world of nations and
The world is a of corporations
determined by the immutable bylaws of business
The world is a business and I chosen you to preach this evangel

For all my free market, health
Stock-stealing, retirement fund fuckin'-with
Fuck your little card-scamming, jewelry-stealing
Crack-selling, liquor store-robbing,
Shout out to the homies Carnegie, OG Randolph Hearst
Farouk, Rockefeller the Rockefeller
My main bitch Leona, pour out a little Louis the
Scott Rothstein, Abramoff, hold ya head
My niggas
GET THIS MONEY!

[1st
I spend my day pairin' overseas
for the workers, nigga please
Embezzlement etiquette, private
I'm with confederate rhetoric
my mansion in Connecticut
Foreclose, evict out of tenement
I words like a speech impediment
I hope you got good credit,
If not, better get a new job benefits
While I play with niggas I get cheddar with
New money brand new carats
My old bought your great grandparents
You got grills in your mouth, I mad at ya
I own every goldmine in South
Thanks, baby, you made me a
Plus I own a building for each one of my children's children, the shit
Snort in the whip, Miss USA suckin' my dick
Yeah, what! Fuck the law cause jail is for suckas
I go to country club prison, you dumb
(I am the 1 percent, bitch!)

You my CEO, corporate steeze, please
Overthrow governments overseas in a
Politicians in my pockets for a few Gs
So if I'm ever in court, my assets never freeze

Verse]
I got a job and a house and a account
I'm out, I doubt that's something you can say
And if not then I'll fake death like Lay
Make money everyday the burns on its axis
While y'all to pay taxes
I'm getting my money the
Memos and faxes, shredded up
Slush funds the corrupt continents
But they don't me indited
Cause they don't want my dirty aired when I'd fight it
get my lawyers excited
Cause what good is a law if you rewrite it
I got CIA,
Dictators, so fuck y'all and haters (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!)
All of this from Al-Qaeda
In the bank 9/11 widows go to
who I pray to, fuck the state of the world
Money talks so what the fuck I to say to ya girl
(I pay them to fuck! I pay them to leave!)

2]
You know my CEO, steeze, greed
I treat countries like the IMF, on your knees
Real run the world, fuck what you believe
I'll cut down a forest while you burnin' some trees
I'll get your murdered for a couple of Gs
your working class money ain't fucking with me
You think rappers are rich cause of songs you
My labels make the money and have them rap the words

[3rd
in the ocean, coastin' with the sails out
Hey America, for the bailouts
I off with the Banco Ambrosiano
Got away like Il Vaticano
act a bitch, get mad at me
Cause of my tax-free
80 percent to the staff and
And 20 percent to the homeless and
The country pay the Fed Reserve
back to the banksters, haven't you learned
You protest cops or on the street
But I bought city hall so I own the
E-mail, Facebook, and the you tweet
All the phone companies, so I you speakin'
My is your correction
No elections, sex no affection
No invention of to world of man
Will till I got the money in my hand
Bank interest rate damn rape on the spot
But I'm gangsta, you gon' take my like it or not nigga
(I got country in my pocket, motherfucker!)

3]
You know my CEO, steeze, cheese
Only people pay all these taxes and fees
Since you were born we what you watch and you read
And soon we're gonna own the fuckin' air that you breathe
I take what I want, fucker, I don't have to say
I you that it's good for you, take it and leave
You think president's are a of a nation
I put 'em all way off, end of the conversation!