Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the land to holdin' grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans goals and plans
man, remember bein' my only fan
I'm down and up, the touch, the golden hand
Blood in the soil is oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are used to take the drugs out the
Man these can't reach you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I might a heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and perish
Thirty karats in the
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we
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 it's or morning
Final warning, warning, final warning
morning you'll awake and await mourning
We earn it we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog called 40 he turned 20
Money is earned, the is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my kush is
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me like
I careless, I'm so with all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something that you can't
I ain't shit but let you eat the same plate
If you ungrateful you ain't great
Me and Khaled from the same place
Huh, holy land, land
Back when I was grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, land
My never was a holy man