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

And they say what comes around around
So a cristal rolls ya til it slows ya down, whow
I got a style for me it's slow motion like Juvenile
Till I pass ya areas, the SLR
Class serious, they has to be curious
You seen one of the Nastiest lyricist
Speed through 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
Before a nigga lay a on ours
Catch me in a diamond and a thick Cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick
Put a grin on you face, then in you waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in

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

comes around goes back around again
And gon' act up now again
And what goes up come down
And I'll be here like what's up
I do the rockin' 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 into the socket in between

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

Whow, whow, slow mami
Uh uh, ya betta keep up
I show you how to get you on
All you gotta do is hold on, and it
Round and round and round and round,
and round and round 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
fit in vince nicely
Let 'em get tell 'em play dimmy
get swazy, you can get ghost
Well, F A Beezy, F A
To the press at the F O Ceezy
I'm at you, yeah man, you lookin' at me, yeah man
down ma, ya speedin' again

You can put the top down and weed in the wind
But for now, let yo hips go to
Betta yet, let your lips a kiss
I dip low and flip, show the wrist
It looks like a froze hypno and
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 you how to get your roll 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 round and and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow