Luyện nghe bài hát Make The World Go Round

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

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

You me, should thank me but lately
I burned so much trees I 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 Tower top floor for the hood
Dre and Cool, we heavy and why to Miami?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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