Luyện nghe bài hát Road to the Riches

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

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I to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock
Money bustin out my cos I really would clock
They were for of fiends bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, to hustle for beans
The was comin fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't last
Didn't want to be involved but the money getcha
Gettin richer and richer, the police took my
But I supplied, some people I knew died
and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, like a star
And I wasn't too far a Jaguar car
In a casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
I shot up stores and I kicked down
Collecting scars little neighborhood wars
Many I broke, many necks I choked
And if I let the pistol smoke
members in a crew now down with the game
Sellin nickels and dimes, or rain
What I had was bad my shoes to my pad
In the time in my life loanin money to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the

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?A thug for drugs, he eventually bugs
for crack on carpets and rugs
?The squealers tells? but the dealer still
Little spoiled kids inheritin oil
I was the on the opposite side
Of smokin the pipe, in a I got hype
Cos rags to riches men to witches
Become stitches, bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the red
People fled as I put a head to bed
mean's dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got
were planted, the kids were kidnapped
In fact that was a way to get
At enemies who to clock G's
on my block, now forever knock Z's
Plans of rampages for ages
Some got knocked and locked inside
bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In God We Trust, now rots to
Plus caps to cops, drops
You off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin boulders
Eyes of and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in
His so good his bail is on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this last?
Longer than my song but he already
He likes to eat hardy,
Be like Gotti, and drive a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's
Mellow, yellow fellow, or hell, hello
One court date can an outlaw to an inmate
But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great
And a-wait 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 feet now he's in a new land
Rules are different and so is
you think with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so I made a
money I earn, more money to burn
Pushin all buttons, pullin all
My name is G. Rap, I'm on the to the riches