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

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

For all my market, health care-robbing
Stock-stealing, retirement fund niggas
Fuck your credit card-scamming, jewelry-stealing
Crack-selling, store-robbing, motherfuckers
out to the homies Carnegie, OG Willy Randolph Hearst
Farouk, the real Rockefeller
My main Leona, pour out a little Louis the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, ya head
My Rothschild
GET THIS MONEY!

[1st
I my day pairin' America overseas
Pension for the workers, nigga
etiquette, private settlement
I'm with confederate rhetoric
my mansion in Connecticut
Foreclose, evict out of tenement
I twist words like a impediment
I hope you got credit, bitch
If not, get a new job with benefits
I play golf with niggas I get cheddar with
New buys brand new carats
My old money bought your grandparents
You got grills in mouth, I ain't mad at ya
I own every goldmine in Africa
Thanks, baby, you me a billion
I own a building for each one of my children's children, that's the shit
Snort coke in the whip, Miss USA suckin' my
Yeah, what! Fuck the law real 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 in a breeze
in my pockets for a few hundred Gs
So if I'm in court, my assets will never freeze

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

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

Verse]
Yacht in the ocean, coastin' the sails out
Hey America, for the bailouts
I off with the Banco Ambrosiano
Got away scot-free like Il
act a bitch, get mad at me
Cause of my charity
80 to the staff and company
And 20 percent to the homeless and
The country gotta pay the Fed
Kick back to the banksters, haven't you
You protest cops or patrols on the
But I bought hall so I own the police
E-mail, Facebook, and the shit you
All the phone companies, so I you speakin'
My suggestion is your
No elections, sex with no
No invention of benefit to of man
exist till I got the money in my hand
World Bank interest rate rape on the spot
But I'm gangsta, you gon' my money like it or not nigga
(I got country in my pocket, motherfucker!)

3]
You know my CEO, masonic steeze,
Only little people pay all these taxes and
Since you were we control what you watch and you read
And pretty soon gonna own the fuckin' air that you breathe
I take what I want, fucker, I don't to say please
I convince you that it's 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!