Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

Women I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The poetry-writin Russian, ice disgustin
I started bling, how you question my direction
Or my for collection? Gangstas two-steppin'

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

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 toast to the
We the world go round
Tell the hustlers, to the gangstas

We make the go round
the gangstas 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

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

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

Instead of shoppin Beach 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 I put the nine on your jersey for chromo

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

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

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

We make the world go
From my 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
From L.A. to two-steppin
So I stop he need to put the ladies up

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

Violence only when hafta, to swell you up
Prefer a Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Vanilla Dutch
Mets cap, Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that 300 carats the 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, me is like
Seein through the of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin

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

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

them gangstas 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