Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
out the holy land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans with and plans
Lonely man, remember bein' my fan
I'm and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil is oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are used to 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, let's go disappear and just
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 parents for caring
Or not aborting, ah it, it's not important
My vital organs can't even tell if night or morning
Final warning, final warning, final
Every you'll awake and await mourning
We it then we burn it to ash
I it urn money
My dog caught 40 he turned 20
Money is earned, the rest is
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my kush is
Man I feel 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 shit but let you eat the same plate
If you ungrateful you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the same
Huh, holy land, land
Back when I was holdin' just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy
My father was a holy man