Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans with goals and
Lonely man, remember my only fan
I'm and up, the Midas touch, the golden hand
Blood in the is over oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are to take 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 is McLaren
all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I blame 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, warning, final warning
Every morning you'll awake and await
We earn it then we it to ash
I it urn money
My dog called 40 he turned 20
is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my is American
Man I feel a therapist, pistol on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something that you chase
I shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come the same place
Huh, holy land, holy
Back I was holdin' grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, land, holy land
My father never was a man