Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, indigenous
These are adventures of young black
I am the voice of the and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want to get a whiff of this
On the move black slaves through the wilderness
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 started giving
You from Chicago, we want you to this
Show the dead who the true and living is
Separate the fake from who the reals is
Hot tub time machine, back to the
Hats from liquor to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk with storybook endings
I guess it's my to women
I was in France, in to see Hennessy
Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee
Now new beginnings like a born again Christian
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

I'm sitting at the top, I'm not
I'm here with 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 brain make these drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my Apollo
On the rock and roll with the coldest 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 to read like hieroglyphics
on the walls of Cairo, check 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 we'll reign, the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I for more than the title
Your

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