Luyện nghe bài hát Round & Round

Yeah man, real New York
Yeah man, fitted, damn
man

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

And they say what comes goes around
So a cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down,
I got a style for me it's slow motion like Juvenile
Till I through ya areas, the SLR
lookin' serious, they has to be curious
You seen one of the Nastiest lyricist
Speed like he in the fast and the furious
Like pharrell, we on bars

on us like a fan on stars
Five hundred grand on cars, you'll see a man on
Before a nigga lay a on ours
Catch me in a diamond chain and a thick
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rubin
Put a grin on you face, then spin in you
The world look like it's in space

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

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

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

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

I'm lookin' for a ten cent wifey cool as a ten cent
That'll fit in vince
Let 'em get close '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 at you, yeah man, you lookin' at me, yeah man
Slow ma, ya speedin' again

You can put the top and blow weed in the wind
But for now, let yo hips go to
yet, let your lips blow a kiss
When I dip low and flip, the wrist
It like 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 up daddy
I show you how to get your on
All ya do is hold on, and it goes
Round and round and round and round,
Round and round and round and round,
Round and round and and round, whow
Round and and round and round, whow