Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

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

I'm sitting at the top, I'm not
I'm standing here with my

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

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