Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

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

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

our souls with two fish and five loaves
Teach a man to cook it for
My dad said it on my arrival
Now a of the brain make these guys drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my creed's
On the rock and roll with the coldest live
For before I came, I made the song cry for 'em
gymnast, you set the bar low
This is the Kilimandjaro, like you can follow
It may be hard to read like
Written on the walls of Cairo, my youth revival
Truth inside flow, I stand Em did with Dido
Crash parties, any yo
Is libel to get like things that rival tribal slang
From the we'll reign, kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I fight for more than the
Your

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