Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, people
These are of young black millionaires
I am the of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want to get a whiff of this
On the move like black slaves the wilderness
I it, and still get invited to white Christmases
When I was born, 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 want you to this
Show the walking dead who the and living is
Separate the 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 it's my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see blending
Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee
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 with 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
Like I was 5-0, but my creed's
On the and roll with 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 read hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my revival
Truth inside flow, I like Em did with Dido
parties, any live yo
Is libel to get banged like things that rival tribal
From the pride we'll reign, kill the game and it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for than the title
idol

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