Luyện nghe bài hát What's Golden

Check it out now, I the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular the pen lands on
The camera on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High, cold chief, high post

I drape off poetic and shapes
Illustrate the paper off the pens that paint
Then design what a National Geographic a magic
With Taylor made status and plus is automatic

not balling
We it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm

We're not or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes
We holding what's golden
On a I rage and I'm rollin'

Melancholy mundane, so I the hot flame
Big rings, fat and y'all quest for the same
No name, use fame, new to the thang
We true to the game and never bring it to shame

We tight like or red fox and ripple
We pass participles and smash the in you
The saga continues, this I won't get
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been

Yo, we still the with a little fame
A change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game but, yo, not to be
I refrain from salt to season up my name

We entertain for a mutual game close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the
I'm labor ready, Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the

We're not
We take it back to the days of yes
We holding onto golden
On a stage I and I'm rollin'

not balling or shot calling
We it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding what's golden
On a I rage and I'm rollin'

Yo, well, it's the verbal Munster
The word enhancer, sick of phony controllin' the dance floor
I been in dark places, you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we you for your chart spaces

The taut be bringing these hot styles through
Some of you bum a few from shock value
power can plow through acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like steel, preform ill

We're not
We take it back to the days of yes
We holding onto golden
On a stage I rage and I'm

We're not or shot calling
We it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's
On a stage I and I'm rollin'