Luyện nghe bài hát Round & Round

Yeah man, talk New York
man, street fitted, damn
man

Round and and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round,

And they say what around goes around
So a cristal rolls ya til it slows ya down, whow
I got a smoother style for me it's motion like Juvenile
I pass through ya areas, the SLR
Class serious, they has to be curious
You never one of the Nastiest lyricist
Speed through like he in the and the furious
Like pharrell, we on bars

on us like a fan on stars
Five grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
Before a nigga lay a hand on
Catch me in a diamond chain and a Cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' Rick Rubin
Put a on you face, then spin in you waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in

Whow, whow, slow down
Uh uh, you keep up daddy
I show you how to get ya on
All ya gotta do is on, and it goes
and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow

What comes around goes around again
And gon' act up now again
And what goes up must come
And I'll be here like up now?
I do the yankee wit a lean
Know ya can't knock it you clean
want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
I just try to plug into the in between

Then watch me do my
At the same throwin' up who I rep
fit-t-t-ed damn, no other way to put it to you ma'am
But the say d-d-damn
I can throw down like a
Put slugs and banana clips slow down gorillas, girl
like you in a hula hoop
Then blow me you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm hot

Whow, whow, slow down
Uh uh, ya betta keep up
I you how to get you roll on
All you gotta do is hold on, and it
and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow

I'm lookin' for a ten cent wifey cool as a ten cent
fit in vince nicely
Let 'em get close 'em play dimmy
Imma get swazy, you can get
Well, F A Beezy, F A
To the suite at the F O Ceezy
I'm lookin' at you, yeah man, you at me, yeah man
Slow ma, ya speedin' again

You can put the top down and blow weed in the
But for now, let yo go to this
Betta yet, let your lips blow a
When I dip low and flip, show the
It like a froze hypno and Cris
And I'm in shape with the D R flag on a bathe of apes

Whow, whow, slow mami
Uh uh, ya betta keep up
I show you how to get roll on
All ya gotta do is hold on, and it
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow
and round and round and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow