Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

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