Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to holdin'
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen with goals and plans
man, remember bein' my only fan
I'm and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
in the soil is over oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, AR's won't
Goddamn, I might a heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go and just perish
Thirty in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings which we inherit
My is McLaren
It's all
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital organs can't even tell if night or morning
Final warning, warning, final warning
Every morning you'll and await mourning
We it then we burn it to ash
I it urn money
My dog called 40 he turned 20
Money is earned, the is inherited
Hashish from Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, something that you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't
Me and come from the same place
Huh, holy land, land
Back when I was holdin' grams just to a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy
My father was a holy man