Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

So we made it to this end of the road
And we picked up lots of and pots of gold
How I made it out with my

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, people
These are adventures of black millionaires
I am the voice of the and underprivileged
The smell of success, I y'all to get a whiff of this
On the move like slaves through the wilderness
I it, and still get invited to white Christmases
When I was born, three wise men came to us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
cracked the bottle then started giving gifts
You from Chicago, we you to deliver this
Show the walking who the true and living is
Separate the fake from who the real is
Hot tub time machine, back to the
Hats from liquor stores to avoid
Frivolous spending, drunk nights storybook endings
I guess my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see Hennessy
Writing my own scripts like I'm Williams
Now it's new beginnings a born again Christian
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

I'm sitting at the top, I'm not
I'm here with my soul

Feed our souls with two and five loaves
a man to cook it for survival
My dad said it on my arrival
Now a storm of the make these guys drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my Apollo
On the and roll with the coldest live show
For those I came, I made the song cry for 'em
gymnast, you set the bar low
This is the Kilimandjaro, Twitter you can follow
It may be hard to read like
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my revival
inside flow, I stand like Em did with Dido
Crash parties, any yo
Is libel to get banged like things that tribal slang
From the pride we'll reign, the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for more than the
Your

So we made it to this same end of the
And we picked up lots of chicks and of gold
How I made it out my soul