Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to grams
out stolen vans with goals and plans
Lonely man, bein' my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden
in the soil is over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
The spoils of war are used to the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, go disappear and just perish
Thirty in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from we inherit
My chariot is
all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I your parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital can't even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, final
Every morning awake and await mourning
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 like
I careless, I'm so perilous 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 then you great
Me and Khaled from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy
when I was holdin' grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, land, holy land
My father was a holy man