Luyện nghe bài hát Road to the Riches

Verse

I was five years old I realized there was a road
At the end I win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a
Took time to create cos there's money to
To be a billionaire takes hard for years
Some nights I shedded tears while I up prayers
Been hard times, even worked part time
In a ?seafood? store floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next man's
Breakin my back for ?a for headquarters?
All my manpower for four an hour
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the
Shoes are scoffed cos the road rough
But I'ma rock it til my ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my was weak
They would turn the other 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 matter how it I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and get creamed
about it for five years straight
Finally I got a and cut my first plate
The ain't yellow and there ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the

Two:

I used to stand on the block sellin up rock
Money bustin out my sock cos I would clock
They were for of fiends bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, to hustle for beans
The cash was comin fast, money like grass
People for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the will getcha
Gettin richer and richer, the took my picture
But I supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, livin like a
And I wasn't too far a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the boy Valentino
I shot up stores and I kicked doors
scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol
members in a crew now down with the game
Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or
What I had was bad my shoes to my pad
In the first in my life loanin money to dad
Now the table's and my lifestyle switches
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 still sells
spoiled kids inheritin oil wells
I was the on the opposite side
Of smokin the pipe, in a I got hype
Cos rags to switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in
Bloodshed, I painted the red
People as I put a dread's head to bed
mean's dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got
Bombs were planted, the kids were
In fact was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to G's
on my block, now they knock Z's
Plans of rampages went for
Some got knocked and locked cages
Some bit the dust for crumbs and
In God We Trust, now rots to
Plus caps to cops, drops
You off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, like boulders
Eyes of hate and their get colder
Some young put in jail
His so good his bail is on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can power last?
Longer than my song but he already
He to eat hardy, party
Be like John Gotti, and a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in he's Jello
Mellow, yellow fellow, or hell, hello
One court date can an outlaw to an inmate
But just ?stay?, him upstate by the Great Lakes
And than and wait and wait
Til he breaks, all it takes
So he to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now he's in a new
Rules are and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk with a
Not my lifestyle so I made a
More money I earn, money to burn
Pushin all buttons, all switches
My name is G. Rap, I'm on the to the riches