Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five years old I used to funk and soul
Being played out my hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the
With the fold out covers and the illustrations
I got and bought my own records
By I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no time for rides
Kept on the grind and I stayed
I was of a poser how I had my friends over
Cutting up till we that direct drive loader
Mom's turntable went through
A lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself
The records got cause the parties was rough
But I still showed up to try to rock cuts, what
And I was but the bigger kids reached out
me five minutes on decks to freak out
The type to get it right, one night
I be rapping my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always kept one
records and books, and the suckers got shook
Dreamed it two decades straight
Way before first wax got made
The music is my love and it is my
My name is Big Slug, I'm on the to the...

2]
I used to stand on the block four track tapes
make enough papes to buy more blanks
There was all kinds of hits, and drips
Sweatshirts running network and guess and
The word was spread with speed, the grew like weeds
Wasn't long till we took the
Twin was little and the winter was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, they taking my picture
For the shit I spit, some rappers I quit
Got jobs and a family, they couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, like a roach
On the ground and broke, holding onto the
In a town scene we stole like a thief
No to sleep with politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, and assholes
Collecting stripes from little freestyle
Many mics we gripped, any we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd take them road
Loyal members of the crew had my to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, coming offa the
For the first time in my life felt fine
The turntables while the DJ's mix it
I didn't know I was on the to the...

3]
The pop rocks for props, he eventually stops
And maybe hops on desktop guest spots
The muscle, are up in the puzzle
But if their are wack they go back to the hustle
I was the one on the opposite of smoking a gun
me how to rhyme and how to run
Make or break it, the can't say shit
Stayed awake late night in basement
Take notes, spray painted the paved
The tapes sold, got with scapegoat, huh
means work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man the core plan
Seeds get planted, hands get
Damn straight, gonna keep goin the man breaks
And MC's who wanna make meet out on my route
But never ever friendly
Stack the blocks, catch fox
locked on the Mid-West crops
Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to
Sold out the shows and the groupies to my chauffer
New dates, take the money, put out more tapes
And call it foreplay, ready for the war
Sew it up and then with the snitches
on the road to the riches... bitches!

"The it counts steep" - [Kool G Rap]