Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

and cigarretes, last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and
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
When I was born, three men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
cracked the bottle then started giving gifts
You Chicago, we want you to deliver this
the walking dead who the true and living is
Separate the from who the real reals is
Hot tub machine, back to the Sybaris
Hats liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, 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 like a born Christian
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

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

our souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to cook it for
My dad said it on my arrival
Now a storm of the make these guys drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my Apollo
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, Twitter you can follow
It may be hard to like hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, my youth revival
Truth inside flow, I stand Em did with Dido
parties, any live yo
Is to get banged like things that rival tribal slang
From the pride 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 made it out my soul