Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out vans with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember bein' my fan
I'm down and up, the 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 recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, go disappear and just perish
Thirty karats in the
I it to cherish the kings from which we inherit
My is McLaren
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 vital organs can't even tell if night or morning
Final warning, warning, final warning
Every morning you'll awake and 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 Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, something that you can't chase
I shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you great
Me and Khaled come from the place
Huh, land, holy land
Back when I was holdin' just to haul a Benz
Yeah, land, holy land
My never was a holy man