Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out vans with goals and plans
Lonely man, bein' my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the hand
Blood in the is over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
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, go disappear and just perish
karats in the gold
I it to cherish the kings from which we inherit
My chariot is
all numeric
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 tell if night or morning
Final warning, final warning, warning
Every morning you'll awake and await
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 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, that's something that you can't
I ain't but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the same
Huh, land, holy land
Back when I was grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy
My never was a holy man