Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the land to holdin' grams
out stolen vans with goals and plans
Lonely man, bein' my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the hand
Blood in the soil is oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
The spoils of war are to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, won't recoil
Goddamn, I marry a heiress and move to Paris
the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just perish
Thirty karats in the
I wear it to the kings from which we inherit
My is McLaren
It's all
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 tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, final
Every morning awake and await mourning
We earn it we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog 40 before he turned 20
Money is earned, the is inherited
come from Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me Maravich
I careless, I'm so with all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something that you chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the plate
If you ungrateful you ain't great
Me and Khaled from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy
Back I was holdin' grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, land, holy land
My father never was a man