Luyện nghe bài hát Road to the Riches

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When I was five years old I realized was a road
At the end I win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, made a mistake
Took time to create cos there's to make
To be a billionaire hard work for years
Some nights I shedded tears while I up prayers
Been through times, even worked part time
In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for
I was sort of a takin the next man's order
Breakin my back for ?a for headquarters?
All my manpower for bucks an hour
Took the time, I rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scoffed cos the road rough
But I'ma rock it til my pockets stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my was weak
would turn the other cheek so I started to seek
A way to get a play, and one day
I'll be performin up a storm for a pay
No how it seems I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and get creamed
Dreamed about it for five straight
Finally I got a and cut my first plate
The road ain't yellow and there ain't no
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the

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I to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock
Money bustin out my sock cos I really clock
They for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to for beans
The cash was comin fast, money like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even
Didn't to be involved but the money will getcha
richer and richer, the police took my picture
But I still supplied, some I knew died
Murders and for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, livin like a
And I too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
I shot up and I kicked down doors
Collecting scars from little wars
Many legs I broke, many necks I
And if provoked I let the smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the
Sellin and dimes, sunshine or rain
I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the time in my life loanin money to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle
My is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

Three:

?A thug for drugs, he eventually bugs
Lookin for on carpets and rugs
?The squealers tells? but the dealer still
Little spoiled kids oil wells
I was the type on the side
Of the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cos rags to riches switches men to
Become stitches, body bags in
Bloodshed, I the town red
People as I put a dread's head to bed
That dead, in other words deceased
got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted, the kids kidnapped
In fact that was a way to get
At enemies who tried to G's
on my block, now they forever Z's
Plans of rampages for ages
Some got knocked and locked cages
Some bit the for crumbs and crusts
In God We Trust, now to rust
Plus to cops, policeman drops
You blew off his top when the pistol pop
Troopers, soldiers, like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get
young male put in jail
His lawyer so his bail is on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power
Longer my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hardy,
Be John Gotti, and drive a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell,
One date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just ?stay?, him upstate by the Great Lakes
And than and wait and wait
Til he breaks, that's all it
So he to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two because now he's in a new land
Rules are and so is life
When you think a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so I made a
More money I earn, money to burn
Pushin all buttons, pullin all
My is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches