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 these too much
That you've an addict, and must get back in touch...

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

[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 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, gucci
Spillin' armaredda in a black
For the who change like blue weather.}
[His tailor-made Armani suits, with Tommy boots
Pushed hummers 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 a fast car in a slow lane,
With caviar with the white cocaine it all in the dope game.}
coke, push dope, down to cut, a nigga throat
Spunt half of his summer, cruisin' on a, boat.]

(Mmkay)

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

Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a of, gold skis
Mo' money, than Playboy (BK?) Please!
[He was to the lavish, trick you casual, playa status, not the
Chick the baddest, used to with Gladys 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 York 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 loser, [ohh 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, three years upstate, break.]
Droppin names, poppin veins, gettin off his own supply
movin weight, steady 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, become 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 little Daddy push weight.
{It was a robbery, his platinum cubic link, and his wallabe's.
street 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.
{Nose white, laughin, ambulance 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 casket to limosines and a
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] {for
[Is right?] {feel that} [Go'n ahead balla] {do ya thang}
[Mmmkay] {anyway} {oh really?}
[Is that right?] that} [Go ahead playa] {do ya thank?}
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