Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember my only fan
I'm down and up, the touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil is oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a heiress and move to
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just
Thirty karats in the
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 for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, it's not
My organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
warning, final warning, final 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 rest is
Hashish come Marrakech, all my kush 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 that you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the plate
If you then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come the same place
Huh, land, holy land
Back when I was holdin' grams just to haul a
Yeah, land, holy land
My father never was a man