Luyện nghe bài hát Round & Round

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

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

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

Girls on us like a fan on
Five hundred 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' somethin' like Rubin
Put a grin on you face, then in you waist
The world look it's 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
Round and round and round and round,
Round and round and round and round,
Round and round and round and round,
Round and round and and round, whow

What comes around back around again
And niggaz act up now again
And what goes up must down
And I'll be here like up now?
I do the yankee wit a lean
Know ya knock it when you clean
Girls want me on they ass like back on the jeans
I just try to plug into the socket in

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

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

I'm for a ten cent wifey cool as a ten cent icey
That'll fit in vince
Let 'em get close '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 lookin' at you, yeah man, you at me, yeah man
Slow ma, ya speedin' again

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

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