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

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

(Mmmkay) [uhh] (mmmkay) (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 become an
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)

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

(Mmkay)

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

Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a of, gold skis
Mo' money, than (BK?) Nigga Please!
[He was to the lavish, you casual, playa status, not the fattest
the baddest, used to ball with Gladys Knight,
This was just average night]
(My dude spend a G a week to see a freak
Strip to her bear essentials in the Presidential Suite,
His men too weak.)
York Undercover shot his brother, in a shootout
He had to move out, and drop his in a new house.}
He had nothin' to go to, the fiend was on the menu.
A two time loser, man] deja vu.
(Fell in with Johnny Mafia, and let the gun play.
He sold his Altima, a Hundai, [pushin' out his Mom's place!])
[Get for child support, poppin' corks was more important.
Bench warned, undercover imformant, years upstate, tough break.]
Droppin names, veins, gettin high off his own supply
Still movin weight, steady weight,
On the crime, with his 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 got duct taped
for out at Suge's place.
See all my niggas, they chase,
When they little Daddy push weight.
{It was a robbery, his platinum cubic link, and his wallabe's.
Another street casualty that was and promised in the prophecy.}
[They stole his and rings while 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 with blood, he 'bout to drown.
white, laughin, ambulance light splashin.
Soon leave, but for now, give him some room to breathe.
called the family in, enemies, and next of kin.
One foot in the grave, and his in the wind.
From ashes to dirt, went closed to limosines and a hearse
Photographic 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] real?}
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go'n balla] {do ya thang}
{anyway} [mmm-hmm] {oh really?}
[Is that {feel that} [Go ahead playa] {do ya thank?}
until fade}