Luyện nghe bài hát What's Golden

Check it out now, I work the pen to make the ink
On any surface the pen lands on
The camera stands on, what's the
The Cooley High, chief, high post techniques

I drape off landscapes and shapes
the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National a magic
With Taylor made status and favored is automatic

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

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

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

We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and
We pass participles and the artist in you
The continues, this I won't get into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to the drama that we been through

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

We entertain for a game from close range
Steady aim, drum at your to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the
for mines pay me by the hour

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

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

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

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

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

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