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 it out with my soul

and cigarretes, last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and
The smell of success, I want to get a whiff of this
On the move like black slaves the wilderness
I write it, and get invited to white Christmases
When I was born, three wise men came to 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 who the true and living is
the fake from who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, back to the
Hats liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk nights with storybook
I guess it's my addiction to
I was in France, in to see Hennessy
Writing my own scripts like I'm Williams
Now it's new beginnings like a again Christian
On the mic, victorious, story is

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

Feed our with two fish and five loaves
a man to cook it for survival
My dad said it on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain make these guys drive
Like I was 5-0, but my creed's
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, Twitter you can follow
It may be hard to read hieroglyphics
Written on the walls of Cairo, my youth revival
Truth inside flow, I stand like Em did Dido
Crash parties, any yo
Is libel to get like things that rival tribal slang
From the pride reign, kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I for more than the title
idol

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