Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was years old I used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi
Looking at the photos, buggin on the
With the fold out and the crazy illustrations
I got and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three collected, huh
And that's my pride, no time for rides
on the grind and I stayed inside
I was sort of a how I had my friends over
Cutting up till we wrecked that direct loader
Mom's went through hell
A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach
The records got stuffed cause the was rough
But I still up to try to rock some cuts, what
And I was but the bigger kids reached out
Give me five minutes on to freak out
The type to get it right, maybe one
I be rapping bout my on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always one foot
Between records and books, and the suckers got
Dreamed it two decades straight
Way before Rhymesayers 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 selling four track
Trynna make enough to buy more blanks
There was all of hits, backpacks and drips
Sweatshirts running network and and cred
The was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds
long till we took the lead
Twin cities was little and the was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, started taking my picture
For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew
Got and a family, they just couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, like a roach
On the ground and broke, holding the Hulk
In a small town we stole like a thief
No time to sleep politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, and assholes
Collecting stripes little freestyle battles
Many mics we gripped, any we'd rip
Even with no chips take them road trips
Loyal members of the crew had my back to
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, coming the mind
For the first time in my life felt fine
The turntables turn 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 some 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 side of smoking a gun
Taught me how to and how to run
Make or break it, the can't say shit
Stayed awake late night in Ant's
Take notes, spray painted the road
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, get handshakes
Damn straight, gonna keep till the man breaks
And MC's who wanna make meet out on my route
But never ever friendly
the blocks, catch that fox
Rhymesayers on the Mid-West crops
Troopers, soldiers, to shoulder
Sold out the shows and give the groupies to my
New tour dates, take the money, put out tapes
And it foreplay, ready for the war games
Sew it up and then FUCK the snitches
on the road to the riches... bitches!

"The money it counts steep" - [Kool G