Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
out the holy land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans with goals and
man, remember bein' my only fan
I'm down and up, the touch, the golden hand
in the soil is over oil
Cold-hearted, my blood
The spoils of war are to take the drugs out the foil
Man these can't reach you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I marry a heiress and move to Paris
the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just perish
Thirty karats in the
I wear it to cherish the kings which we inherit
My chariot is
It's all
numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital organs even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, final
Every morning you'll awake and mourning
We earn it then we it to ash
I call it urn
My dog 40 before he turned 20
Money is earned, the rest is
Hashish from Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something you can't chase
I shit but let you eat from the same plate
If you ungrateful then you great
Me and Khaled from the same place
Huh, land, holy land
Back when I was holdin' just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, land
My father never was a man