Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The poetry-writin Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how could you question my
Or my time for Gangstas two-steppin'

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

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

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

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

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

Toastin my entourage went from robbin' armored cars
To stars, red carpet to the L'Armitage
We throwin red 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

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

CB let em though
We make the world go
Tell the hustlers, toast to the
We make the world go

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

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

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

We with Bellini's and end with Patron shots
H. Lorenzo belt, from Chrome Heart
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to out the store
bags worth a 100 cash, shoppin

Violence only when hafta, to swell you up
Prefer a Peach Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Vanilla
cap, that's 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, up in that black horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
through the lens 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 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
With young Mike Jackson on the track, what?

Now, let's toast to the
We make the world go
Tell the 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 a glass for all of us
We the world go round