Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, people
These are of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want to get a whiff of this
On the move like black through the wilderness
I write it, and still get invited to Christmases
I was born, three wise men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They the bottle then started giving gifts
You from Chicago, we you to deliver this
Show the walking who the true and living is
Separate the fake from who the reals is
Hot tub time machine, back to the
Hats from liquor stores to syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk nights storybook endings
I guess it's my addiction to
I was in France, in to see Hennessy
Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee
Now it's new beginnings like a 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 with two fish and five loaves
a man to cook it for survival
My dad said it rained on my
Now a storm of the brain make these drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my Apollo
On the rock and roll the coldest live show
For those before I came, I the song cry for 'em
gymnast, you set the bar low
This is the Kilimandjaro, like you can follow
It may be hard to like hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my revival
Truth flow, I stand like Em did with Dido
parties, any live yo
Is to get banged like things that rival tribal slang
the pride we'll reign, kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for more the title
idol

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