Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember bein' my fan
I'm down and up, the touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil is oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
The of war are used to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a heiress and move to
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just
karats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from we inherit
My chariot is
It's all
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital organs can't even if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, warning
Every morning you'll awake and mourning
We it then we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog 40 before he turned 20
is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something you can't chase
I shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't
Me and Khaled come from the same
Huh, holy land, land
Back I was holdin' grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy
My father never was a man