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

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

For all my free market, health
Stock-stealing, retirement fund niggas
Fuck your little credit card-scamming,
Crack-selling, store-robbing, motherfuckers
Shout out to the homies Carnegie, OG Willy Hearst
Farouk, the real Rockefeller
My bitch Leona, pour out a little Louis the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Abramoff, hold 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 speech
I hope you got credit, bitch
If not, get a new job with benefits
I play golf with niggas I get cheddar with
New money buys brand new
My old money your great grandparents
You got in your mouth, I ain't mad at ya
I own every in South Africa
Thanks, baby, you made me a
Plus I own a building for each one of my children's children, the shit
Snort coke in the whip, USA suckin' my dick
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 overseas in a
in my pockets 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 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 getting my the fastest
Memos and faxes, shredded up
Slush funds through the continents
But they don't want me
Cause they want my dirty laundry aired when I'd fight it
Don't get my lawyers
Cause what is a law if you can't rewrite it
I got CIA,
Dictators, so fuck y'all and haters (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!)
All of money from Al-Qaeda
In the bank 9/11 widows go to
who I pray to, fuck the state of the world
Money talks so what the fuck I need to say to ya
(I don't pay to fuck! I pay them to leave!)

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

[3rd
in the ocean, coastin' with the sails out
Hey America, thanks for the
I made off with the Ambrosiano
Got away scot-free Il Vaticano
act a bitch, get mad at me
Cause of my tax-free
80 to the staff and company
And 20 to the homeless and hungry
The country gotta pay the Fed
Kick back to the banksters, you learned
You protest cops or patrols on the
But I bought city so I own the police
E-mail, Facebook, and the shit you
All the phone companies, so I heard you
My suggestion is your
No elections, sex no affection
No of benefit to world of man
exist till I got the money in my hand
World Bank interest rate damn rape on the
But I'm gangsta, you gon' take my money it or not nigga
(I got country in my pocket, motherfucker!)

3]
You know my CEO, masonic steeze,
Only little pay all these taxes and fees
Since you were born we control what you watch and you
And pretty soon we're 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!