Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five old I used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, on the names
With the fold out and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own
By thirteen I had three collected, huh
And that's my pride, no time for white
Kept on the grind and I stayed
I was sort of a poser how I had my over
Cutting up till we wrecked direct drive loader
Mom's went through hell
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 some cuts,
And I was young but the kids reached out
Give me 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 one foot
records and books, and the suckers got shook
Dreamed about it two straight
Way before Rhymesayers first wax got
The is my love and it is my business
My name is Big Slug, I'm on the to the...

2]
I used to stand on the block selling four track
Trynna make enough papes to buy blanks
There was all kinds of hits, and drips
running network and guess and cred
The word was spread with speed, the name grew weeds
Wasn't long we took the lead
cities 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 the Hulk
In a small town scene we stole a thief
No time to sleep politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, dicks and
Collecting stripes from little battles
Many we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd them road trips
Loyal of the crew had my back to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, and Stress
All we had was rhymes, coming offa the
For the first time in my life felt fine
The turn while the DJ's mix it
I didn't know I was on the to the...

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

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