Luyện nghe bài hát Road to the Riches

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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, made a mistake
Took to create cos there's money to make
To be a billionaire hard work for years
nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers
Been through hard times, worked part time
In a ?seafood? store sweepin for dimes
I was of a porter takin the next man's order
Breakin my back for ?a shack for
All my manpower for four an hour
the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are cos the road gets rough
But I'ma rock it til my ain't stuffed 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 matter how it I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and get creamed
Dreamed it for five years straight
Finally I got a break and cut my plate
The road ain't yellow and there no witches
My is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

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I used to on the block sellin cooked up rock
bustin out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to for beans
The was comin fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will
Gettin richer and richer, the police my picture
But I still supplied, people I knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of
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 boy Valentino
I shot up and I kicked down doors
scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, necks I choked
And if provoked I let the smoke
Loyal members in a now down with the game
nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my to my pad
In the first time in my 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 crack on carpets and
?The squealers tells? but the dealer still
Little spoiled kids oil wells
I was the on the opposite side
Of the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cos rags to riches men to witches
Become stitches, body in ditches
Bloodshed, I the town red
People fled as I put a dread's to bed
That mean's dead, in words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got
Bombs planted, the kids were kidnapped
In fact was a way to get back
At who tried to clock G's
on my block, now forever knock Z's
Plans of rampages went for
Some got knocked and locked inside
Some bit the dust for and crusts
In God We Trust, now rots to
Plus caps to cops, drops
You blew off his top when the pistol pop
Troopers, soldiers, like boulders
Eyes of hate and their get colder
Some male put in jail
His lawyer so good his is on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how can this power last?
Longer than my 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, fellow, tell or hell, hello
One date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just ?stay?, ship him by the Great Lakes
And than a-wait and wait and
Til he breaks, that's all it
So he to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now in a new land
Rules are different and so is
you think with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so I a U-turn
More money I earn, more money to
Pushin all buttons, all switches
My is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches