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

You get up and howl about America and
There is no America, there is no
We no longer in a world of nations and ideologies
The is a college 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 market, health care-robbing
Stock-stealing, retirement fund niggas
Fuck your little credit card-scamming,
Crack-selling, store-robbing, motherfuckers
out to the homies Carnegie, OG Willy Randolph Hearst
Farouk, Rockefeller the Rockefeller
My bitch Leona, pour out a little Louis the 13th
Scott Rothstein, Jack Abramoff, ya head
My niggas
GET THIS MONEY!

[1st
I my day pairin' America overseas
Pension for the workers, nigga
etiquette, private settlement
I'm better with confederate
From my mansion in
Foreclose, evict hoes out of
I twist like a speech impediment
I hope you got credit, bitch
If not, better get a new job benefits
While I play with niggas I get cheddar with
New money buys brand new
My old bought your great grandparents
You got grills in 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 cause real jail is for
I go to club prison, you dumb motherfuckers
(I am the 1 percent, bitch!)

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

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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 like Kenneth Lay
Make money everyday the burns on its axis
While struggling to pay taxes
I'm getting my the fastest
Memos and faxes, up documents
Slush funds the corrupt continents
But they want me indited
Cause they don't want my dirty aired when I'd fight it
get my lawyers excited
Cause what good is a law if you can't it
I got CIA,
Dictators, so fuck whistleblowers and haters (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!)
All of this from Al-Qaeda
In the bank widows go to later
Capitalism's who I pray to, fuck the 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 treat countries like the IMF, on your knees
Real run the world, fuck what you believe
I'll cut down a while you niggas burnin' some trees
I'll get your family for a couple of Gs
Cause your working class money ain't fucking me
You think are rich cause of songs you heard
My labels the money and have them rap the fucking words

[3rd
in the ocean, coastin' with the sails out
Hey America, for the bailouts
I off with the Banco Ambrosiano
Got scot-free like Il Vaticano
act a bitch, get mad at me
Cause of my tax-free
80 percent to the and company
And 20 percent to the homeless and
The gotta pay the Fed Reserve
Kick to the banksters, haven't you learned
You protest cops or on the street
But I bought hall 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 till I got the money in my hand
World interest 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
little people pay all these taxes and fees
Since you were we control what you watch and you read
And soon we're gonna own the fuckin' air that you breathe
I take I want, fucker, I don't have to say please
I convince you that good 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!