Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, days, indigenous people
These are of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want to get a whiff of this
On the move like slaves through the wilderness
I write it, and still get to white Christmases
When I was born, three wise men to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They cracked the bottle then giving gifts
You from Chicago, we want you to this
Show the walking dead who the true and is
Separate the fake from who the reals is
Hot tub time machine, back to the
from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, nights with storybook endings
I guess it's my addiction to
I was in France, in to see blending
Writing my own scripts I'm Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings like a born Christian
On the mic, victorious, story is

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

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

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