Luyện nghe bài hát Round & Round

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

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

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

on us like a fan on stars
Five hundred grand on cars, you'll see a man on
Before a nigga lay a on ours
Catch me in a diamond chain and a Cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick
Put a grin on you face, then in you waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in

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

comes around goes back around again
And niggaz gon' act up now
And what up must come down
And I'll be like what's up now?
I do the rockin' wit a lean
ya can't knock it when you clean
Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the
I just try to into the socket in between

watch me do my step
At the time 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 that'll slow down gorillas, girl
Move like you in a hoop
Then blow me like you to cool ya soup, I'm hot

Whow, whow, slow mami
Uh uh, ya betta up daddy
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 and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round,
Round and and round and round, whow

I'm lookin' for a ten cent wifey cool as a ten cent
That'll fit in vince
Let 'em get close tell 'em 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
down ma, ya speedin' again

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

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