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

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

For all my free market, health
Stock-stealing, retirement fuckin'-with niggas
Fuck your little credit card-scamming,
Crack-selling, liquor store-robbing,
Shout out to the homies Carnegie, OG Willy Randolph
Farouk, the real Rockefeller
My main Leona, pour out a little Louis the 13th
Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, hold ya head
My Rothschild
LET'S GET MONEY!

[1st
I spend my day pairin' America
for the workers, nigga please
Embezzlement etiquette, private
I'm better with confederate
From my in Connecticut
Foreclose, hoes out of tenement
I twist like a speech impediment
I hope you got good credit,
If not, get a new job with benefits
While I golf with niggas I get cheddar with
New buys brand new carats
My old money your great grandparents
You got in your mouth, I ain't 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 coke in the whip, Miss USA suckin' my
Yeah, what! Fuck the law cause real is for suckas
I go to country prison, you dumb motherfuckers
(I am the 1 percent, bitch!)

You know my CEO, corporate steeze,
Overthrow governments in a breeze
in my pockets for a few hundred Gs
So if I'm in court, my assets will never freeze

[2nd
I got a job and a house and a account
When I'm out, I doubt something you can say
And if not then I'll fake like Kenneth Lay
Make money everyday the burns on its axis
While struggling to pay taxes
I'm getting my the fastest
and faxes, shredded up documents
Slush funds through the continents
But they don't me indited
Cause they don't want my dirty laundry aired I'd fight it
get my lawyers excited
Cause what good is a law if you can't it
I got CIA,
Dictators, so fuck whistleblowers and haters (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!)
All of this from Al-Qaeda
In the bank widows go to later
Capitalism's who I pray to, fuck the state of the
Money talks so what the fuck I to say to ya girl
(I don't pay them to fuck! I pay to leave!)

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

[3rd
Yacht in the ocean, coastin' the sails out
Hey America, thanks for the
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 and hungry
The country gotta pay the Fed
Kick to the banksters, haven't you learned
You protest or patrols on the street
But I bought city so I own the police
E-mail, Facebook, and the you tweet
All the companies, so I heard you speakin'
My suggestion is correction
No elections, sex with no
No of benefit to world of man
Will exist I got the money in my hand
World Bank interest rate rape on the spot
But I'm gangsta, you take my money like it or not nigga
(I got your in my pocket, motherfucker!)

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