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 determined by the bylaws of business
The is a business and I have chosen you to preach this evangel

For all my market, health care-robbing
Stock-stealing, retirement fund niggas
Fuck your little credit card-scamming,
Crack-selling, liquor store-robbing,
Shout out to the homies Carnegie, OG Willy Hearst
Farouk, Rockefeller the real
My bitch Leona, pour out a little Louis the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Abramoff, hold ya head
My niggas
GET THIS MONEY!

[1st
I spend my day pairin' overseas
for the workers, nigga please
Embezzlement etiquette, private
I'm better confederate rhetoric
From my mansion in
Foreclose, hoes out of tenement
I words like a speech impediment
I hope you got 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 great grandparents
You got grills in your mouth, I mad at ya
I own every goldmine in Africa
Thanks, baby, you me a billion
Plus I own a building for each one of my children's children, that's the
Snort coke in the whip, Miss USA suckin' my
Yeah, what! Fuck the law cause real jail is for
I go to country club prison, you motherfuckers
(I am the 1 percent, bitch!)

You my CEO, corporate steeze, please
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 house and a account
When I'm out, I that's something you can say
And if not then fake death like Kenneth Lay
Make money everyday the world burns on its
While y'all to pay taxes
I'm getting my money the
Memos and faxes, up documents
funds through the corrupt continents
But they don't me indited
Cause they don't want my dirty laundry aired I'd fight it
Don't get my lawyers
Cause what good is a law if you rewrite it
I got CIA,
Dictators, so fuck whistleblowers and haters (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!)
All of this from Al-Qaeda
In the 9/11 widows go to later
Capitalism's who I pray to, fuck the state of the
Money so what the fuck I need 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
Real gangstas run the world, fuck you believe
I'll cut down a forest while you niggas burnin' some
I'll get your murdered for a couple of Gs
Cause your working money ain't fucking with me
You think rappers are cause of songs you heard
My make the money and have them rap the fucking words

[3rd
Yacht in the ocean, coastin' the sails out
Hey America, for the bailouts
I made off the Banco Ambrosiano
Got away scot-free like Il
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 pay the Fed Reserve
back to the banksters, haven't you learned
You protest or patrols on the street
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 correction
No elections, sex with no
No invention of benefit to of man
Will exist till I got the money in my
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 my CEO, masonic steeze, cheese
little people pay all these taxes and fees
Since you were born we what you watch and you read
And pretty we're gonna own the fuckin' air that you breathe
I take what I want, fucker, I don't have to say
I convince you it's 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!