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 and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
in the soil 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 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 from which we inherit
My chariot is
It's all
Talkin' numbers, you
be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, it's not
My organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, warning, final warning
Every morning you'll and await mourning
We earn it then we it to ash
I call it urn
My dog caught 40 before he 20
Money is earned, the rest is
come from Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me like
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of this arrogance,
Money, hoes, that's something you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the same
If you ungrateful you ain't great
Me and Khaled come the same place
Huh, land, holy land
when I was holdin' grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, land, holy land
My father was a holy man