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

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

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

[Yo!]

(Mmmkay)

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)

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

(Mmkay)

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

Spring break, Beach, had a pair of, gold skis
Mo' money, than (BK?) Nigga Please!
[He was to the lavish, you casual, playa 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 bear in the Presidential Suite,
His men too weak.)
{New York Undercover his brother, in a shootout
He had to out, and drop his mother in a new house.}
He had nothin' to go to, the fiend was on the menu.
A two time loser, [ohh man] vu.
(Fell in debt 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, undercover imformant, years upstate, tough break.]
Droppin names, poppin veins, high off his own supply
Still movin weight, losin 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, you've an addict
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much)

Look, him and his boys got duct
for out at Suge's place.
See all my niggas, took chase,
When they heard little push weight.
{It was a robbery, his platinum cubic link, and his wallabe's.
Another street casualty was written and promised in the prophecy.}
[They his watches and rings 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, in his reefer now
Lugz with blood, he 'bout to drown.
white, laughin, ambulance light splashin.
Soon he'll leave, but for now, him some room to breathe.
Doctor 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
pictures of the bastard,
"Rest In Peace" on (damn!) his shirt.
Cause after ways, some niggas 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 [Go'n ahead balla] {do ya thang}
{anyway} [mmm-hmm] {oh really?}
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go playa] {do ya thank?}
{repeat until