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

You get up and howl about and democracy
There is no America, is no democracy
We no longer live in a world of nations and
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 fuckin'-with
your little credit card-scamming, jewelry-stealing
Crack-selling, liquor store-robbing,
Shout out to the homies Carnegie, OG Randolph Hearst
Farouk, Rockefeller the real
My main bitch Leona, pour out a little the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, ya head
My Rothschild
GET THIS MONEY!

[1st
I spend my day America overseas
Pension for the workers, nigga
Embezzlement etiquette, settlement
I'm better with confederate
From my mansion in
Foreclose, hoes out of tenement
I twist words like a speech
I hope you got credit, bitch
If not, get a new job with benefits
While I play golf with niggas I get cheddar
New buys brand new carats
My old money your great grandparents
You got grills in your mouth, I mad at ya
I own every goldmine in 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 club prison, you dumb motherfuckers
(I am the 1 percent, bitch!)

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

Verse]
I got a job and a and a bank account
When I'm out, I doubt that's you can say
And if not then I'll death like Kenneth Lay
Make money everyday the burns on its axis
While y'all to pay taxes
I'm my money the fastest
Memos and faxes, up documents
Slush funds the corrupt continents
But they want me indited
Cause they 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 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 I need 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 like the IMF, down on your knees
Real gangstas run the world, fuck you believe
I'll cut down a forest while you niggas burnin' some
I'll get your family for a couple of Gs
Cause your working money ain't fucking with me
You think rappers are cause of songs you heard
My labels make the money and them rap the fucking words

Verse]
Yacht in the ocean, coastin' the sails out
Hey America, for the bailouts
I made off with the Ambrosiano
Got away scot-free Il Vaticano
act a bitch, get mad at me
Cause of my charity
80 percent to the and company
And 20 percent to the homeless and
The country pay the Fed Reserve
back to the banksters, haven't you learned
You cops or patrols on the street
But I bought city hall so I own the
E-mail, Facebook, and the you tweet
All the phone companies, so I heard you
My suggestion is correction
No elections, sex with no
No invention of benefit to of man
exist till I got the money in my hand
World Bank rate damn 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 pay all these taxes and fees
Since you were born we control what you and you read
And pretty soon we're own the fuckin' air that you breathe
I take what I want, fucker, I have 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!