Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, indigenous
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 move like black slaves the wilderness
I write it, and still get invited to white
When I was born, three wise men came to us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They cracked the bottle then started gifts
You from Chicago, we want you to this
Show the walking who the true and living is
Separate the fake who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, to the Sybaris
Hats from liquor stores to avoid
Frivolous spending, drunk nights with endings
I it's my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see blending
Writing my own scripts like I'm 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 my soul

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

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