Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, people
These are adventures of young black
I am the of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I y'all to get a whiff of this
On the move like black slaves through the
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 giving gifts
You Chicago, we want you to deliver this
Show the walking dead who the and living is
the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, to the Sybaris
Hats from stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk with storybook endings
I guess it's my addiction to
I was in France, in to see blending
my own scripts like I'm Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings like a born again
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

I'm at the top, I'm not alone
I'm here with my soul

Feed our souls two fish and five loaves
a man to cook it for survival
My dad it rained on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain these guys drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my Apollo
On the rock and roll with the coldest live
For those before I came, I 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 revival
Truth flow, I stand like Em did with Dido
Crash parties, any yo
Is libel to get 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 same end of the road
And we up lots of chicks and pots of gold
How I it out with my soul