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

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

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

[Yo!]

(Mmmkay)

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

He the finest stuff, platinum chains with diamond cuts
Hawaiian slush, combined wine and coconuts.
[Pushed a 'lac, gator shoes, suits, shahou(?)
Plenty hoes, plenty loot, a nigga, a paid nigga.]
Kept some red Jarans, plus a big benz, plus a lex
the best friends, plus he jet ski, in Texas.
{Flash the big chedda, wu-leather, new chedder, gucci
armaredda in a black Baretta
For the fools who like blue weather.}
[His tailor-made Armani suits, played with Tommy
Pushed more than army troops, word to my men Dukes.]
Look at him 'sached down, more 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,
With caviar with the cocaine flick it all in the dope game.}
[Snooort coke, push dope, down to cut, a nigga
Spunt half of his summer, cruisin' on a, boat.]

(Mmkay)

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

break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of, gold skis
Mo' money, Playboy (BK?) Nigga Please!
[He was to the lavish, trick you casual, status, not the fattest
Chick the baddest, used to ball with Knight,
This was just your night]
(My dude spend a G a week just to see a
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 to go home 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 caught for child support, corks was more important.
Bench warned, imformant, three years upstate, tough break.]
names, poppin 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 an addict
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)

Look, him and his boys got taped
for hangin' out at place.
See all my niggas, took chase,
When they heard little Daddy weight.
{It was a robbery, snatch his cubic link, and his wallabe's.
Another casualty that was written and promised in the prophecy.}
[They stole his watches and rings while 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.
white, laughin, ambulance light splashin.
Soon he'll leave, but for now, give him room to breathe.
Doctor called the family in, enemies, and of kin.
One in the grave, and his soul in the wind.
From ashes to dirt, went closed casket to limosines and a
Photographic 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] {anyway} [mmm-hmm] {for
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go'n ahead balla] {do ya
{anyway} [mmm-hmm] {oh really?}
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go playa] {do ya thank?}
until fade}