Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to holdin'
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen with goals and plans
Lonely man, 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 of war are used to take the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, won't recoil
Goddamn, I might a heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the baby, let's go disappear and just perish
Thirty karats in the
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we
My chariot is
all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I blame parents for even caring
Or not aborting, ah it, it's not important
My vital organs can't tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, final warning, final
Every morning you'll and await mourning
We earn it then we it to ash
I it urn money
My dog caught 40 before he 20
Money is earned, the rest is
Hashish come Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I feel like a therapist, 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 from the same
If you ungrateful then you great
Me and come from the same place
Huh, holy land, holy
Back when I was grams just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, holy
My father never was a man