Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

Yeah, lace the nations don't it, a hatred addict
I faces mad with frowns when I'm around or I'm wastin fabric
I don't greater till my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth
mean-muggin on my clean-thuggin mean nothin

Women I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The black poetry-writin Russian, ice
I started bling, how could you question my
Or my time for collection? Gangstas

You hate me, should me but lately
I burned so much trees I environmentalists angry
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my blunder
Y'all trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi

Vivienne Westwood, I'm
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the
Dre and Cool, we heavy and why to Miami?

We make the world go
Now let's to the hustlers
We the world go round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the

We make the world go
Tell the gangstas to toast to the
We make the world go
And tell the ballers a glass for all of us
We the world go round

I see you haters on the jockin my swag
I'm poppin Lauren tags
And pourin champagne inside a Polo
Model rollin grass, Escobar unfoldin cash

Toastin with my entourage from robbin' armored cars
To armin' stars, red to the L'Armitage
We throwin red dice at the
I pull that red on twenties out my garage

Instead of shoppin South Beach like havin a Terror
We the best, big pimpin, top down, spinnin
Top Gun, Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen, no Just you tryin' to shine I put the nine on your jersey for chromo

Jessica that's so-so
want his baby back, but that's low so
Tell 5-0 to catch me at the pro bowl
On the field diamonds chokin the jockey on my

CB let em know
We make the world go
Tell the hustlers, to the gangstas
We the world go round

Tell the gangstas to to the balers
We the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a for all of us
We make the world go

We the world go round
From my town and town
We on top, no us now
We got Patron, the ballers

Ladies on the and all of 'em two-steppin
From L.A. to Harlem
From L.A. to two-steppin
So I ain't stop he need to put the up

We start Bellini's and end with Patron shots
H. Lorenzo belt, buckle from Heart
tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store
With worth a 100 cash, shoppin

Violence only hafta, hafta to swell you up
Prefer a Peach Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Dutch
Mets cap, Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that 300 carats the average up on the neck,

the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin

And I'm laughin', my from album sales
Y'all is ring-tone but .99 cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I 'em, the new young Prince
With Mike Jackson on the same track, what?

Now, let's to the hustlers
We make the world go
Tell the to toast to the gangstas
We make the go round

Tell them gangstas to to the ballers
We the world go round
And the ballers pour a glass for all of us
We make the world go