Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

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