Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, indigenous
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 like black slaves through the wilderness
I write it, and still get to white Christmases
I was born, three wise men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
cracked the bottle then started giving gifts
You from Chicago, we you to deliver this
Show the walking dead who the true and is
Separate the from who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, to the Sybaris
Hats from liquor stores to avoid
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 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 standing here with my

our souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to cook it for
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 the coldest live show
For those I came, I made the song cry for 'em
gymnast, you set the bar low
This is the Kilimandjaro, like you can follow
It may be to read like hieroglyphics
on the walls of Cairo, check my youth revival
Truth inside flow, I stand like Em did with
parties, any live yo
Is libel to get banged like things that rival slang
From the 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 same end of the road
And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of
How I it out with my soul