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 in a world of nations and ideologies
The world is a college of
Inexorably by the immutable bylaws of business
The world is a business and I have chosen you to preach evangel

For all my free market, health
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 Randolph Hearst
Farouk, the real Rockefeller
My main bitch Leona, pour out a Louis the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, hold ya
My niggas
GET THIS MONEY!

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

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

[2nd
I got a job and a and a bank account
I'm out, I doubt that's something you can say
And if not I'll fake death like Kenneth Lay
money everyday the world burns on its axis
While struggling to pay taxes
I'm getting my the fastest
Memos and faxes, up documents
Slush funds through the corrupt
But they want me indited
Cause they don't my dirty laundry aired when I'd fight it
Don't get my lawyers
Cause what good is a law if you can't it
I got CIA,
Dictators, so fuck y'all whistleblowers and (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!)
All of money from Al-Qaeda
In the bank 9/11 widows go to
Capitalism's who I to, fuck the state of the world
Money talks so what the fuck I need to say to ya
(I don't pay them to fuck! I pay to leave!)

2]
You my CEO, corporate steeze, greed
I countries like the IMF, down on your knees
Real run the world, fuck what you believe
cut down a forest while you niggas burnin' 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 rich of songs you heard
My labels make the money and have rap the fucking words

Verse]
Yacht in the ocean, with the sails out
Hey America, thanks for the
I made off with the Ambrosiano
Got scot-free 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 and hungry
The country gotta pay the Fed
Kick back to the banksters, haven't you
You cops or patrols on the street
But I city hall so I own the police
E-mail, Facebook, and the you tweet
All the phone companies, so I heard you
My is your correction
No elections, sex no affection
No invention of to world of man
exist till I got the money in my hand
World interest rate damn rape on the spot
But I'm gangsta, you gon' my money like it or not nigga
(I got your in my pocket, motherfucker!)

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