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

He wore the finest stuff, platinum chains with cuts
Hawaiian slush, with wine and coconuts.
a 'lac, gator shoes, amani suits, shahou(?)
Plenty hoes, loot, a major 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
Spillin' armaredda in a Baretta
For the fools who change like weather.}
tailor-made Armani suits, played with Tommy boots
Pushed more hummers army troops, word to my men Dukes.]
Look at him 'sached down, more kids than Bobby
Had a jet, planned the odds he bet, two keys inside his vest.
{I keep the chain, and a cold dame,
We drove a fast car in a lane,
With caviar with the white flick it all in the dope game.}
[Snooort coke, push dope, to cut, a nigga throat
Spunt of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat.]

(Mmkay)

[Mmmkay] {anyway} [mmm-hmm] {for
[Is that right?] {feel that} ahead balla] {do ya thang}
[Mmmkay] {anyway} {really?}
[Is that {feel that} [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, you casual, playa status, not the fattest
Chick the baddest, used to ball Gladys Knight,
This was just average night]
(My dude spend a G a week to see a freak
down to her bear essentials in the Presidential Suite,
His men too weak.)
{New York Undercover shot his brother, in a
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 deja vu.
(Fell in debt with 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, his life 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 got duct taped
for hangin' out at 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 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
overflooded with 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.
ashes to dirt, went closed casket to limosines and a hearse
Photographic of the bastard,
"Rest In Peace" on (damn!) his shirt.
Cause ways, some niggas 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] real?}
[Is that {feel that} [Go'n ahead balla] {do ya thang}
{anyway} [mmm-hmm] {oh really?}
[Is that right?] {feel that} [Go ahead playa] {do ya
until fade}