Luyện nghe bài hát Riches To Rags (MMMKay) - Nappy Roots

There are times you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex women (mmmkay)
But it's when you do these too much
That you've become an addict, and get back in touch...

(Mmmkay) (mmmkay) [uhh] (mmmkay) [c'mon] [Nappy]

[Yo!]

(Mmmkay)

Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've an addict (too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)

He wore the finest stuff, platinum with diamond cuts
slush, combined with wine and coconuts.
[Pushed a 'lac, shoes, amani suits, shahou(?)
Plenty hoes, plenty loot, a major nigga, a nigga.]
some red Jarans, plus a big benz, plus a lex jeep
Plus the friends, plus he jet ski, in Texas.
{Flash the big chedda, wu-leather, new chedder, gucci
Spillin' armaredda in a black
For the fools who change blue weather.}
[His tailor-made Armani suits, played Tommy boots
Pushed more than army troops, word to my men Dukes.]
Look at him 'sached down, more kids Bobby Brown
Had a private jet, planned the odds he bet, two inside his vest.
{I keep the gold chain, and a dame,
We drove a car in a slow lane,
With caviar the white cocaine flick it all in the dope game.}
[Snooort coke, push dope, down to cut, a nigga
half of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat.]

(Mmkay)

[Mmmkay] {anyway} [mmm-hmm] real?}
[Is that right?] {feel that} ahead balla] {do ya thang}
[Mmmkay] [mmm-hmm] {really?}
[Is that {feel that} [Go ahead playa] {do yo thang}

Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of, skis
Mo' money, than (BK?) Nigga Please!
[He was to the lavish, trick you casual, status, not the fattest
the baddest, used to ball with Gladys Knight,
This was just your night]
(My dude spend a G a week to see a freak
down to her bear essentials in the Presidential Suite,
His men too weak.)
{New Undercover shot his brother, in a shootout
He had to move out, and drop his in a new house.}
He had to go home to, the fiend was on the menu.
A two time loser, man] deja vu.
(Fell in debt Johnny Mafia, and let the gun play.
He sold his Altima, a Hundai, [pushin' out his Mom's place!])
[Get caught for support, poppin' corks was more important.
warned, undercover imformant, three years upstate, tough break.]
Droppin names, veins, gettin high off his own supply
Still movin weight, losin weight,
On the crime, with his on the line.

Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an (too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)

Look, him and his got duct taped
for hangin' out at place.
See all my niggas, took chase,
When they heard little push weight.
{It was a robbery, snatch his platinum link, and his wallabe's.
street casualty that was written and promised in the prophecy.}
[They stole his watches and rings they shot up his veins
God bless, he had no vest, and he no pain,
For the in his chest.]
beat, weak canal, stones in his reefer now
Lugz overflooded blood, he 'bout to drown.
{Nose white, laughin, light splashin.
Soon he'll leave, but for now, give him some to breathe.
called the family in, enemies, and next of kin.
One in the grave, and his soul in the wind.
From to dirt, went closed casket to limosines and a hearse
pictures of the bastard,
"Rest In Peace" on (damn!) his shirt.
Cause after ways, some came over, jumpin' out of a range rover.
Put the gat to his head, and he him "The Game's Over!".

[Mmmkay] {anyway} [mmm-hmm] {for
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go'n ahead {do ya thang}
{anyway} [mmm-hmm] {oh really?}
[Is that {feel that} [Go ahead playa] {do ya thank?}
until fade}