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

There are when you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with (mmmkay)
But when you do these things too much
That become an addict, and must get back in touch...

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

[Yo!]

(Mmmkay)

Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an (too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've an addict
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, loot, a major nigga, a paid nigga.]
Kept some red Jarans, plus a big benz, plus a lex
Plus the friends, plus he jet ski, in Texas.
{Flash the big chedda, wu-leather, new chedder, sweata
Spillin' armaredda in a Baretta
For the who change like blue weather.}
[His tailor-made Armani suits, played Tommy boots
Pushed hummers than army troops, word to my men Dukes.]
Look at him down, more kids than Bobby Brown
Had a jet, planned the odds he bet, two keys inside his vest.
{I keep the chain, and a cold dame,
We drove a fast car in a lane,
caviar with the white cocaine flick it all in the dope game.}
[Snooort coke, push dope, down to cut, a nigga
Spunt of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat.]

(Mmkay)

[Mmmkay] {anyway} [mmm-hmm] real?}
[Is that right?] that} [Go'n 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, gold
Mo' money, than Playboy (BK?) Please!
[He was to the lavish, trick you casual, status, not the fattest
Chick the baddest, used to ball Gladys Knight,
was just your average night]
(My dude spend a G a week to see a freak
Strip down to her bear essentials in the Suite,
His men too weak.)
{New York Undercover shot his brother, in a
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!])
caught for child support, poppin' corks was more important.
Bench warned, imformant, three years upstate, tough break.]
Droppin names, poppin veins, gettin high off his own
Still movin weight, steady weight,
On the crime, his life on the line.

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

Look, him and his boys got taped
for out at Suge's place.
See all my niggas, took chase,
When heard little Daddy push weight.
{It was a robbery, snatch his cubic link, and his wallabe's.
Another street casualty was written and promised in the prophecy.}
[They stole his watches and rings while they up his veins
God bless, he had no vest, and he no pain,
For the in his chest.]
Heart beat, canal, stones in his reefer now
Lugz with blood, he 'bout to drown.
{Nose white, laughin, ambulance splashin.
Soon leave, but for now, give him some room to breathe.
Doctor 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 ways, some niggas came over, jumpin' out of a range rover.
Put the gat to his head, and he told him "The Over!".

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