Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans goals and plans
man, remember bein' my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden
Blood in the soil is oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are used to take the drugs out the
Man these arms can't reach you, AR's won't
Goddamn, I might marry a heiress and move to
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and perish
Thirty karats in the
I wear it to cherish the from which we inherit
My chariot is
all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I your parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital organs can't even if it's night or morning
warning, final warning, final warning
Every morning you'll awake and await
We earn it then we it to ash
I call it urn
My dog called 40 before he 20
is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my is American
Man I like a therapist, pistol on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something that you chase
I ain't shit but let you eat the same plate
If you then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the place
Huh, holy land, holy
Back when I was holdin' just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy
My father never was a man