Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans with goals and
Lonely man, remember my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden
in the soil is over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
The of war are used to take the drugs out the foil
Man these can't reach you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, go disappear and just perish
karats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings which we inherit
My is McLaren
It's all
Talkin' numbers, you
be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital organs can't even if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, warning
Every morning you'll awake and mourning
We earn it we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog caught 40 before he 20
Money is earned, the is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my kush is
Man I feel a therapist, pistol on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's that you can't chase
I shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't
Me and Khaled come from the same
Huh, holy land, holy
Back when I was holdin' grams just to haul a
Yeah, holy land, land
My father was a holy man