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 will win of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a
Took time to create cos money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for
Some I shedded 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 man's
my back 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 gets rough
But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't enough
All the freaks 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
be performin up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and get creamed
about it for five years straight
Finally I got a break and cut my 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 to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock
bustin out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for
The cash was fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast don't even last
Didn't to be involved but the money will getcha
Gettin richer and richer, the took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I died
Murders and for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, livin like a
And I wasn't too far a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the boy Valentino
I shot up stores and I down doors
Collecting scars little neighborhood wars
Many I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol
Loyal in a crew now down with the game
nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain
What I had was bad my shoes to my pad
In the time in my life 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 a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually
Lookin for crack on and rugs
?The squealers tells? but the still sells
spoiled kids inheritin oil wells
I was the on the opposite side
Of the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cos to riches switches men to witches
stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the red
People fled as I put a dread's to bed
That mean's dead, in words deceased
Face got erased, got released
Bombs were planted, the kids were
In fact was a way to get back
At who tried to clock G's
on my block, now they knock Z's
of rampages went for ages
Some got and locked inside cages
Some bit the dust for and crusts
In God We Trust, now to rust
caps to cops, policeman drops
You off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin like
Eyes of and their hearts get colder
young male put in jail
His lawyer so good his bail is on
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power
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 Jello
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell,
One court date can turn an outlaw to an
But just ?stay?, him upstate by the Great Lakes
And than a-wait and wait and
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 different and so is
When you think a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so I made a
More money I earn, money to burn
all buttons, pullin all switches
My is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches