Luyện nghe bài hát Road to the Riches

Verse

When I was five years old I realized there was a
At the end I win lots of pots of gold
took a break, never made a mistake
Took time to create cos there's to make
To be a billionaire takes work for years
Some nights I tears while I sent up prayers
Been through hard times, even worked part
In a ?seafood? sweepin floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next order
Breakin my back for ?a for headquarters?
All my for four bucks an hour
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the
Shoes are scoffed cos the road rough
But I'ma rock it til my pockets stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my was weak
They would turn the other cheek so I to seek
A way to get a play, and one day
I'll be performin up a 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 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 cooked up rock
Money bustin out my sock cos I really clock
They were for kind of bringin jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to for beans
The cash was comin fast, money like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even
Didn't want to be involved but the money will
Gettin richer and richer, the police my picture
But I supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and homicides for of suicide
Money, jewelry, livin like a
And I too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
I shot up and I kicked down doors
Collecting scars little neighborhood wars
legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol
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 time in my loanin money to dad
Now the table's turned and my switches
My is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

Verse

?A thug a-mugs? for drugs, he bugs
Lookin for crack on and rugs
squealers tells? but the dealer still sells
Little kids inheritin oil wells
I was the type on the side
Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got
Cos to riches switches men to witches
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 other words
Face got erased, bullets got
Bombs were planted, the were kidnapped
In fact that was a way to get
At enemies who 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 and crusts
In God We Trust, now to rust
caps to cops, policeman drops
You blew off his top when the pistol pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin like
of hate and their hearts get colder
Some male put in jail
His lawyer so good his bail is on
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power
Longer than my but he already fell
He likes to eat hardy,
Be like Gotti, and drive a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell,
One court can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Lakes
And than 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
are different and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk with a
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