Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to holdin'
out stolen vans with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember bein' my fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden
in the soil is over oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are used to the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, won't recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a heiress and to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go and just perish
karats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the from which we inherit
My is McLaren
all numeric
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
morning you'll awake and await mourning
We it then we burn it to ash
I it urn money
My dog 40 before he turned 20
Money is earned, the rest is
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me like
I careless, I'm so perilous all of this 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 ain't
Me and Khaled come the same place
Huh, holy land, holy
Back when I was grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy
My father never was a man