Luyện nghe bài hát Round & Round

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

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

And they say what comes goes around
So a cristal rolls ya down til it ya down, whow
I got a smoother style for me it's slow motion Juvenile
I pass through ya areas, the SLR
Class serious, they has to be curious
You never seen one of the lyricist
through like he in the fast 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' like Rubin
Put a grin on you face, spin in you waist
The world look like it's in space

Whow, whow, slow down
Uh uh, you keep up daddy
I show you how to get ya on
All ya do is hold 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 back around
And gon' act up now again
And what up must come down
And be here like what's up now?
I do the yankee rockin' wit a
ya can't knock it when you clean
Girls want me on they ass like back on the jeans
I just try to plug the socket in between

Then watch me do my
At the same time up who I rep
Street damn, no other way to put it to you ma'am
But the look'll say
I can throw down like a
Put slugs and banana clips that'll down gorillas, girl
Move you in a hula hoop
Then me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm hot

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

I'm lookin' for a ten wifey cool as a ten cent icey
That'll fit in vince
Let 'em get close tell 'em dimmy
get swazy, you can get ghost
Well, F A Beezy, F A
To the press at the F O Ceezy
I'm lookin' at you, yeah man, you lookin' at me, man
Slow down ma, ya speedin'

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

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