Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Ashtrays and cigarretes, last days, people
are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I y'all to get a whiff of this
On the move like black through the wilderness
I it, and still get invited to white Christmases
I was born, three 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 want you to deliver
Show the walking who the true and living is
Separate the fake who the real reals is
Hot tub time machine, to the Sybaris
from liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk nights with endings
I guess my addiction to women
I was in France, in to see blending
Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee
Now it's new beginnings like a born Christian
On the mic, victorious, is redemption

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

Feed our souls with two fish and loaves
Teach a man to cook it for
My dad said it rained on my
Now a storm of the brain these guys drive slow
Like I was 5-0, but my Apollo
On the rock and with the coldest live show
For those I came, I made 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 like
Written on the walls of Cairo, check my revival
Truth inside flow, I stand Em did with Dido
parties, any live yo
Is to get banged like things that rival tribal slang
From the pride we'll reign, kill the game and watch it die
Ali MC, I fight for more the title
idol

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