Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans goals and plans
Lonely man, remember my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden
Blood in the soil is oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
The spoils of war are used to take the drugs out the
Man these arms can't reach you, AR's recoil
Goddamn, I marry a heiress and move to Paris
the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just perish
Thirty in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings which we inherit
My chariot is
all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I blame parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah it, it's not important
My organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, warning, final warning
Every you'll awake and await mourning
We it then we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog caught 40 he turned 20
Money is earned, the rest is
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my kush is
Man I feel like a therapist, on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of this arrogance,
Money, hoes, that's something that you chase
I ain't shit but let you eat the same plate
If you ungrateful you ain't great
Me and Khaled 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