Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, days, indigenous people
These are of young black millionaires
I am the of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want y'all to get a 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 Chicago, we want you to deliver this
Show the walking dead who the and living is
the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub machine, back to the Sybaris
Hats from liquor stores to 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 again
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

I'm sitting at the top, I'm not
I'm standing here with my

Feed our souls two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to it for survival
My dad said it on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain make these drive slow
I was 5-0, but my creed's Apollo
On the rock and with the coldest live show
For those before I came, I 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 hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my youth
inside flow, I stand like Em did with Dido
Crash parties, any yo
Is libel to get banged like that rival tribal slang
From the pride we'll reign, kill the game and it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for than the title
idol

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