Luyện nghe bài hát Interlude

Yeah,
Straight out the holy land to grams
Tra-tra-trappin' out stolen vans goals and plans
Lonely man, remember bein' my fan
I'm down and up, the Midas touch, the hand
Blood in the is over oil
Cold-hearted, my boils
The of war are used to take the drugs out the foil
Man arms can't reach you, AR's won't recoil
Goddamn, I might marry a and move to Paris
Fuck the carriage baby, let's go and just perish
Thirty in the gold
I wear it to the kings from which we inherit
My is McLaren
all numeric
Talkin' numbers, you
Don't be embarrassed, I blame your parents for even
Or not aborting, ah fuck it, not important
My vital can't even tell if it's night or morning
Final warning, warning, final warning
Every morning you'll awake and await
We earn it then we it to ash
I call it urn
My dog 40 before he turned 20
is earned, the rest is inherited
Hashish come from Marrakech, all my is American
Man I feel like a therapist, pistol on me like
I careless, I'm so perilous with all of this arrogance,
Money, hoes, that's that 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' just to haul a Benz
Yeah, holy land, land
My never was a holy man