Luyện nghe bài hát Round & Round

Yeah man, real talk New
Yeah man, fitted, damn
man

Round and round and and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow
Round and round and round and round,
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 slow motion Juvenile
Till I pass ya areas, the SLR
Class lookin' serious, has to be curious
You never seen one of the Nastiest
through like he in the fast and the furious
Like pharrell, we stand on

on us like a fan on stars
Five hundred grand on cars, see a man on Mars
a nigga lay a hand on ours
Catch me in a chain and a thick Cuban
In the piece somethin' like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on you face, then in you waist
The world like it's spinnin' in space

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

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

Then me do my step
At the same time up who I rep
Street fit-t-t-ed damn, no other way to put it to you
But the say d-d-damn
I can throw down like a
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas,
Move like you in a hula
Then blow me like you tryin' to ya soup, I'm hot

Whow, whow, down 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 and round, whow
and round and round and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow

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

You can put the top down and blow weed in the
But for now, let yo hips go to
Betta yet, let lips blow a kiss
When I dip low and flip, the wrist
It looks a froze hypno and Cris
And I'm in amazin' shape with the D R flag on a 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 on, and it goes
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and round and and round, whow