Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

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

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

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

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