Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

So we made it to this end of the road
And we up lots of chicks and pots of gold
How I made it out my soul

Ashtrays and cigarretes, days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young millionaires
I am the voice of the and underprivileged
The smell of success, I y'all to get a whiff of this
On the move like slaves through the wilderness
I write it, and get invited to white Christmases
When I was born, three wise men to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They the bottle then started giving gifts
You from Chicago, we want you to this
Show the walking dead who the and living is
Separate the fake who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, back to the
Hats from liquor stores to syphilis
spending, drunk nights with storybook endings
I guess my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see blending
Writing my own like I'm Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings a born again Christian
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

I'm at the top, I'm not alone
I'm here with my soul

Feed our souls two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to it for survival
My dad it rained on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain make these guys slow
Like I was 5-0, but my creed's
On the rock and roll with the live show
For those before I came, I made the cry for 'em
gymnast, you set the bar low
This is the Kilimandjaro, like you can follow
It may be to read like hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my revival
Truth inside flow, I stand Em did with Dido
parties, any live yo
Is libel to get banged like things that tribal slang
From the we'll reign, kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for more than the
idol

So we made it to this end of the road
And we up lots of chicks and pots of gold
How I it out with my soul