Luyện nghe bài hát Road to the Riches

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When I was five 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 time to create cos money to make
To be a takes hard work for years
Some nights I shedded while I sent up prayers
Been through hard times, even worked part
In a ?seafood? store sweepin for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next order
Breakin my back for ?a shack for
All my for four bucks an hour
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the
Shoes are scoffed cos the gets rough
But I'ma rock it til my pockets stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was
They turn the other cheek so I started to seek
A way to get a play, and one day
I'll be performin up a for a decent pay
No matter how it seems I always kept the
All the scream and suckas get creamed
about it for five years straight
Finally I got a and cut my first plate
The road ain't and there ain't no witches
My is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

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

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?A thug a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually
Lookin for crack on carpets and
?The squealers tells? but the still sells
Little spoiled inheritin oil wells
I was the type on the opposite
Of the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cos rags to switches men to witches
Become stitches, body in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the red
People fled as I put a dread's to bed
That mean's dead, in other deceased
Face got erased, bullets got
Bombs were planted, the kids were
In fact that was a way to get
At who tried to clock G's
on my block, now they forever Z's
of rampages went for ages
Some got knocked and locked inside
Some bit the dust for crumbs and
In God We Trust, now to rust
caps to cops, policeman drops
You off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin boulders
Eyes of hate and their get colder
young male put in jail
His lawyer so his bail is on sale
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power
than my song but he already fell
He to eat hardy, party
Be like John Gotti, and drive a
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's
Mellow, fellow, tell or hell, hello
One court date can turn an outlaw to an
But ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes
And than and wait and wait
Til he breaks, all it takes
So he fakes to be a man, but he stand
On his own two feet now he's in a new land
Rules are and so is life
When you with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so I made a
More I earn, more money to burn
all buttons, pullin all switches
My name is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the