Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

Yeah, lace the nations don't have it, a hatred
I need faces mad with when I'm around or I'm wastin fabric
I don't feel greater till my plush pieces cause you to suck teeth
Till on my clean-thuggin mean 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, thank me but lately
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 trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi

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

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

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

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

Toastin with my went from robbin' armored cars
To armin' stars, red carpet to the
We throwin red dice at the
I that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 300 carats the average up on the neck, black

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

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

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

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