Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans with and plans
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 boils
The spoils of war are to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, AR's recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a heiress and to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just
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 your for even caring
Or not aborting, ah it, it's not important
My vital organs can't even tell if night or morning
warning, final warning, final warning
Every morning you'll awake and mourning
We it then we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog called 40 before he 20
Money is earned, the 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 can't
I ain't but let you eat from the same plate
If you then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the place
Huh, holy land, land
Back when I was holdin' grams just to a Benz
Yeah, holy land, land
My father never was a man