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

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

For all my free market, care-robbing
Stock-stealing, retirement fuckin'-with niggas
Fuck little credit card-scamming, jewelry-stealing
Crack-selling, store-robbing, motherfuckers
Shout out to the homies Carnegie, OG Willy Randolph
Farouk, Rockefeller the Rockefeller
My main bitch Leona, out a little Louis the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, hold ya
My Rothschild
GET THIS MONEY!

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

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

Verse]
I got a job and a house and a account
When I'm out, I doubt that's you can say
And if not then I'll fake death like Lay
Make everyday the world burns on its axis
While struggling to pay taxes
I'm my money the fastest
Memos and faxes, up documents
Slush funds through the corrupt
But don't want me indited
Cause they don't want my dirty laundry aired when I'd 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 money from
In the 9/11 widows go to later
Capitalism's who I pray to, fuck the state of the
Money talks so what the I need to say to ya girl
(I don't pay them to fuck! I pay to leave!)

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

Verse]
Yacht in the ocean, coastin' the sails out
Hey America, for the bailouts
I made off the Banco Ambrosiano
Got scot-free like Il Vaticano
act a bitch, get mad at me
Cause of my tax-free
80 percent to the and company
And 20 percent to the and hungry
The country pay the Fed Reserve
back to the banksters, haven't you learned
You cops or patrols on the street
But I bought hall so I own the police
E-mail, Facebook, and the you tweet
All the companies, so I heard you speakin'
My suggestion is your
No elections, sex no affection
No invention of to world of man
Will exist till I got the money in my
World Bank interest rate damn rape on the
But I'm gangsta, you take my money like it or not nigga
(I got your 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 we're gonna own the fuckin' air that you
I what I want, fucker, I don't have to say please
I convince you that good for you, take it and leave
You think president's are a face of a
I put 'em all way off, end of the conversation!