Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to holdin'
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans goals and plans
man, remember bein' my only fan
I'm and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
Blood in the is over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
The of war are used to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, AR's won't
Goddamn, I might marry a heiress and to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and perish
Thirty in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings which we inherit
My chariot is
It's all
numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital organs even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, warning
Every morning you'll awake and await
We it then we burn it to ash
I it urn money
My dog caught 40 before he 20
Money is earned, the is inherited
Hashish come Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of this arrogance,
Money, hoes, something that you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the plate
If you ungrateful then you ain't
Me and come from the same place
Huh, land, holy land
when I was holdin' grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, land, holy land
My father never was a man