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 things too much
That you've become an addict, and get back 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 an addict
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)

He wore the finest stuff, platinum chains with cuts
Hawaiian slush, combined with and coconuts.
[Pushed a 'lac, shoes, amani suits, shahou(?)
Plenty hoes, loot, a major nigga, a paid nigga.]
Kept some red Jarans, 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 like weather.}
[His tailor-made Armani suits, played with boots
Pushed more hummers army troops, word to my men Dukes.]
Look at him 'sached down, more kids Bobby Brown
Had a private jet, planned the he bet, two keys inside his vest.
{I keep the gold chain, and a dame,
We drove a car in a slow lane,
With with the white cocaine flick it all in the dope game.}
[Snooort coke, push dope, down to cut, a throat
half of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat.]

(Mmkay)

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

Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of, gold
Mo' money, than (BK?) Nigga Please!
[He was to the lavish, trick you casual, status, not the fattest
Chick the baddest, used to with Gladys Knight,
This was just your average
(My spend a G a week just to see a freak
Strip down to her 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 nothin' to go to, the fiend was on the menu.
A two time loser, [ohh deja vu.
(Fell in debt Johnny Mafia, and let the gun play.
He sold his Altima, leased a Hundai, [pushin' out his place!])
caught for child support, poppin' corks was more important.
Bench warned, undercover imformant, three years upstate, break.]
Droppin names, poppin veins, gettin high off his own
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 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, they chase,
When they heard little Daddy weight.
{It was a robbery, snatch his platinum link, and his wallabe's.
Another casualty that was written and promised in the prophecy.}
[They stole his watches and while they shot up his veins
God bless, he had no vest, and he no pain,
For the in his chest.]
Heart beat, weak canal, stones in his 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.
Doctor called the in, enemies, and next of kin.
One in the grave, and his soul in the wind.
From ashes to dirt, went closed to limosines and a hearse
pictures of the bastard,
"Rest In Peace" on (damn!) his shirt.
Cause after ways, niggas came over, jumpin' out of a range rover.
Put the gat to his head, and he told him "The Over!".

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