Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to holdin'
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen with goals and plans
Lonely man, remember my only fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the golden
Blood in the is over oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The spoils of war are used to the drugs out the foil
Man these arms can't reach you, AR's won't
Goddamn, I marry a heiress and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go disappear and just
karats in the gold
I wear it to cherish the kings from which we
My is McLaren
It's all
numbers, you incoherent
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your for even caring
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My organs can't even tell if it's night or morning
warning, final warning, final warning
Every morning awake and await mourning
We it then we burn it to ash
I call it urn
My dog 40 before he turned 20
is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come Marrakech, all my kush is American
Man I like a therapist, pistol on me like Maravich
I careless, I'm so with all of this arrogance, goddamn
Money, hoes, that's something you can't chase
I ain't shit but let you eat from the plate
If you then you ain't great
Me and Khaled come from the same
Huh, land, holy land
Back when I was holdin' grams to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, land
My father was a holy man