Luyện nghe bài hát Round & Round

Yeah man, real talk New
man, street fitted, damn
man

Round and and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and round and round and round,
Round and round and round and round,

And they say comes around goes around
So a cristal rolls ya til it slows ya down, whow
I got a smoother for me it's slow motion like Juvenile
Till I pass ya areas, the SLR
Class lookin' serious, has to be curious
You never seen one of the lyricist
Speed like he in the fast and the furious
Like pharrell, we stand on

on us like a fan on stars
Five grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
Before a nigga lay a hand on
Catch me in a chain and a thick Cuban
In the piece lookin' like Rick Rubin
Put a on you face, then spin in you waist
The world look like spinnin' in space

Whow, whow, slow down
Uh uh, you betta keep up
I show you how to get ya on
All ya gotta do is on, and it goes
and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round,
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and round and round and round,

What around goes back around again
And gon' act up now again
And what goes up must come
And I'll be here like what's up
I do the yankee rockin' wit a
Know ya can't it when you clean
Girls me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
I try to plug into the socket in between

Then me do my step
At the same throwin' up who I rep
Street fit-t-t-ed damn, no way to put it to you ma'am
But the look'll say
I can throw like a Killa
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas,
Move like you in a hula
Then blow me like you tryin' to ya soup, I'm hot

Whow, whow, down mami
Uh uh, ya keep up daddy
I you how to get you roll on
All you gotta do is on, and it goes
Round and round and round and round,
Round and and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
and round and round and round, whow

I'm lookin' for a ten wifey cool as a ten cent icey
That'll fit in nicely
Let 'em get tell 'em play dimmy
get swazy, you can get ghost
Well, F A Beezy, F A
To the press at the F O Ceezy
I'm at you, yeah man, you lookin' at me, yeah man
Slow down ma, ya again

You can put the top down and blow weed in the
But for now, let yo hips go to
Betta yet, let your lips blow a
I dip low and flip, show the wrist
It like a froze hypno and Cris
And I'm in amazin' shape the D R flag on a bathe of apes

Whow, whow, down mami
Uh uh, ya betta up daddy
I show you how to get your on
All ya do is hold on, and it goes
and round and round and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
and round and round and round, whow