Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

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

You hate me, should thank me but
I burned so much trees I keep environmentalists
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your success is my worst blunder
Y'all livin trendy on pennies, I cop plenty

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

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

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

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

with my entourage went from robbin' armored cars
To stars, red carpet to the L'Armitage
We red dice at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini on out my garage

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

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

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

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

We make the world go
From my and your town
We on top, no us now
We got Patron, the two-steppin

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

We start with and end with Patron shots
H. Lorenzo belt, buckle Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the
With bags worth a 100 cash,

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

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

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

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

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