Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, people
are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and
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 wise men to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They cracked the bottle started giving gifts
You Chicago, we want you to deliver this
Show the walking who the true and living is
the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub machine, back to the Sybaris
Hats from stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk nights with storybook
I it's my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see Hennessy
my own scripts like I'm Tennessee Williams
Now new beginnings like a born again Christian
On the mic, victorious, story is

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

our souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to it for survival
My dad it rained on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain make these guys slow
I was 5-0, but my creed's 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, like Twitter you can
It may be hard to read hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my youth
inside flow, I stand like Em did with Dido
Crash parties, any yo
Is libel to get 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 picked up lots of and pots of gold
How I made it out with my