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 win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never a mistake
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 through hard times, even worked time
In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for
I was sort of a porter takin the next man's
my back for ?a shack for headquarters?
All my manpower for four bucks an
Took the time, I wrote in the shower
Shoes are cos the road gets rough
But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't enough
All the wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak
They would 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 scream and suckas get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years
I got a break and cut my first plate
The road ain't yellow and there no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the to the riches

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I used to on the block sellin cooked up rock
Money bustin out my sock cos I would clock
They were for of fiends bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for
The cash was comin fast, money grew like
hungry for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the will getcha
richer and richer, the police took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew
Murders and homicides for bottles of
Money, jewelry, like a star
And I wasn't too far from a car
In a casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
I up stores and I kicked down doors
Collecting scars from little wars
Many legs I broke, necks I choked
And if provoked I let the smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the
Sellin and dimes, sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my to my pad
In the first time in my life money to dad
Now the table's turned and my switches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the to the riches

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?A a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually bugs
Lookin for on carpets and rugs
?The squealers tells? but the still sells
Little spoiled kids oil wells
I was the on the opposite side
Of the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cos rags to switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in
Bloodshed, I painted the red
fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That mean's dead, in other deceased
Face got erased, bullets got
Bombs planted, the kids were kidnapped
In fact was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to G's
on my block, now forever knock Z's
of rampages went for ages
Some got knocked and inside cages
bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In God We Trust, now to rust
Plus caps to cops, drops
You blew off his top when the went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin boulders
Eyes of and their hearts get colder
Some male put in jail
His lawyer so good his is on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this last?
Longer than my song but he 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, or hell, hello
One court date can turn an to an inmate
But just ?stay?, ship him by the Great Lakes
And a-wait 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 because now he's in a new land
Rules are different and so is
When you think with a shank, talk a knife
Not my lifestyle so I a U-turn
More money I earn, money to burn
all buttons, pullin all switches
My name is G. Rap, I'm on the to the riches