Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

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

I'm at the top, I'm not alone
I'm here with my soul

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

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