Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to holdin'
Tra-tra-trappin' out vans with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the hand
in the soil 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, won't recoil
Goddamn, I marry a heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and perish
karats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we
My is McLaren
It's all
numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for caring
Or not aborting, ah it, it's not important
My organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, final
Every morning you'll awake and await
We it then we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog called 40 before he 20
Money is earned, the rest is
Hashish from Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I like a therapist, pistol on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of this arrogance,
Money, hoes, that's something that you can't
I ain't but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't
Me and come from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy
Back when I was holdin' just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, land
My father never was a man