Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, indigenous
are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want to get a whiff of this
On the move black slaves through the wilderness
I write it, and still get invited to white
When I was born, wise men came to visit us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They cracked the bottle then giving gifts
You from Chicago, we you to deliver this
Show the dead who the true and living is
Separate the fake from who the real is
Hot tub time machine, to the Sybaris
from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk nights with endings
I it's my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see blending
my own scripts like I'm Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings a born again Christian
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

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

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

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