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

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

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

[1st
I spend my day pairin' overseas
for the workers, nigga please
Embezzlement etiquette, settlement
I'm better with rhetoric
From my in Connecticut
Foreclose, hoes out of tenement
I twist words like a impediment
I you got good credit, bitch
If not, better get a new job benefits
While I play golf with niggas I get cheddar
New money brand new carats
My old money bought your 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, that's the
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
governments overseas in a breeze
Politicians in my for a few hundred Gs
So if I'm ever in court, my assets will never

[2nd
I got a job and a house and a account
When I'm out, I doubt something you can say
And if not I'll fake death like Kenneth Lay
Make money everyday the world burns on its
While y'all struggling to pay
I'm getting my money the
and faxes, shredded up documents
Slush funds through the continents
But they don't want me
Cause they don't want my dirty laundry when I'd fight it
Don't get my 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 money from
In the 9/11 widows go to later
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 my CEO, corporate steeze, greed
I treat countries like the IMF, down on knees
gangstas run the world, fuck what you believe
I'll cut down a while you niggas burnin' some trees
get your family murdered for a couple of Gs
Cause your working class money fucking with me
You think rappers are rich of songs you heard
My labels make the and have them rap the fucking words

[3rd
Yacht in the ocean, with 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 to the staff and company
And 20 percent to the homeless and
The gotta pay the Fed Reserve
Kick back to the banksters, haven't you
You protest cops or patrols on the
But I city hall so I own the police
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 of benefit to world of man
Will exist till I got the money in my
World interest rate damn rape on the spot
But I'm gangsta, you take my money like it or not nigga
(I got country in my pocket, motherfucker!)

3]
You know my CEO, masonic steeze,
little people pay all these taxes and fees
Since you born 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 have to say
I convince you that it's 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!