Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

and cigarretes, last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young black
I am the voice of the meek and
The smell of success, I y'all to get a whiff of this
On the move like black through the wilderness
I write it, and still get invited to Christmases
When I was born, wise men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They cracked the bottle started giving gifts
You from Chicago, we want you to this
the walking dead who the true and living is
Separate the fake from who the reals is
Hot tub time machine, to the Sybaris
Hats from liquor to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk nights with endings
I guess my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see blending
Writing my own scripts like I'm Williams
Now it's new beginnings like a born again
On the mic, victorious, story is

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

our souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to it for survival
My dad it rained 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 those 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 like hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my youth
Truth inside flow, I stand like Em did Dido
Crash parties, any yo
Is libel to get banged like things that rival tribal
the pride we'll reign, kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for than the title
idol

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