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

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

You hate me, should 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
Y'all livin trendy on pennies, I cop plenty

Vivienne Westwood, I'm
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
Tell the hustlers, toast to the

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

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

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

Instead of shoppin South Beach like havin a 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

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

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

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

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

Ladies on the and all of 'em two-steppin
From L.A. to Harlem
From L.A. to two-steppin
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
tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store
With bags worth a 100 cash,

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

Paid the cost, be the boss, Caesar floss
at the Venetian, pull up in that black horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is
Seein through the 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 hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young
With Mike Jackson on the same track, what?

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

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