Luyện nghe bài hát Road to the Riches

Verse

When I was five years old I there was a road
At the end I will win of pots of gold
Never took a break, never a mistake
time to create cos there's money to make
To be a billionaire hard work for years
Some nights I tears while I sent up prayers
Been through hard times, even worked time
In a ?seafood? store floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next order
Breakin my for ?a shack for headquarters?
All my manpower for bucks an hour
Took the time, I wrote in the shower
Shoes are scoffed cos the road rough
But I'ma rock it til my ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks 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 matter how it seems I always the dream
All the scream and suckas get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years
Finally I got a and cut my first plate
The road ain't yellow and there ain't no
My name is G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

Two:

I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up
bustin out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringin and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for
The was comin fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the that don't even last
want to be involved but the money will getcha
Gettin richer and richer, the police took my
But I still supplied, some I knew died
Murders and homicides for of suicide
Money, jewelry, like a star
And I wasn't too far from a car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
I shot up stores and I kicked down
Collecting scars little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, necks I choked
And if provoked I let the smoke
Loyal members in a crew now with the game
Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or
I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life 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 a-mugs? for drugs, he bugs
Lookin for crack on and rugs
?The squealers tells? but the still sells
Little kids inheritin oil wells
I was the type on the side
Of smokin the pipe, in a I got hype
Cos rags to riches switches men to
Become stitches, bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I the town red
People as I put a dread's head to bed
That mean's dead, in 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 forever Z's
Plans of rampages went for
got knocked and locked inside cages
Some bit the for crumbs and crusts
In God We Trust, now to rust
caps to cops, policeman drops
You blew off his top when the went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin boulders
of hate and their hearts get colder
Some male put in jail
His so good his bail is on sale
at the hourglass, how long can this power last?
Longer than my song but he already
He likes to eat hardy,
Be like John Gotti, and drive a
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's
Mellow, yellow fellow, or hell, hello
One court can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great
And a-wait and wait and wait
Til he breaks, all it takes
So he fakes to be a man, but he can't
On his own two because now he's in a new land
Rules are and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk a knife
Not my so I made a U-turn
money I earn, more money to burn
Pushin all buttons, all switches
My is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches