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 when you do these things 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, become 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 chains with cuts
Hawaiian slush, combined wine and coconuts.
[Pushed a 'lac, gator shoes, suits, shahou(?)
Plenty hoes, loot, a major nigga, a paid nigga.]
Kept some red Jarans, a big benz, plus a lex jeep
Plus the best friends, he jet ski, in Texas.
{Flash the big chedda, wu-leather, new chedder, sweata
Spillin' in a black Baretta
For the fools who like blue weather.}
[His Armani suits, played with Tommy boots
more hummers than army troops, word to my men Dukes.]
Look at him 'sached down, kids than Bobby Brown
Had a private jet, the odds he bet, two keys inside his vest.
{I keep the gold chain, and a dame,
We a fast car in a slow lane,
With caviar with the white cocaine flick it all in the game.}
[Snooort coke, dope, down to cut, a nigga throat
half of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat.]

(Mmkay)

[Mmmkay] {anyway} [mmm-hmm] {for
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go'n balla] {do ya thang}
{anyway} [mmm-hmm] {really?}
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go 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 Gladys Knight,
This was just average night]
(My dude spend a G a week just to see a
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 his mother in a new house.}
He had nothin' to go home to, the 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 for child support, poppin' corks was more important.
Bench warned, undercover imformant, years upstate, tough break.]
Droppin names, poppin veins, gettin high off his own
Still weight, steady losin weight,
On the crime, his life on the line.

Alcohol, drugs, sex, become an addict (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 Daddy weight.
{It was a robbery, snatch his cubic link, and his wallabe's.
Another street 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, canal, stones in his reefer now
Lugz overflooded blood, he 'bout to drown.
{Nose white, laughin, ambulance splashin.
Soon he'll leave, but for now, give him some 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
Photographic of the bastard,
"Rest In Peace" on (damn!) his shirt.
Cause after ways, some niggas came over, jumpin' out of a rover.
Put the gat to his head, and he told him "The Over!".

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