Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

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

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

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

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