Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five old I used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the
the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and my own records
By thirteen I had crates 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 friends
Cutting up till we wrecked that drive loader
Mom's turntable went hell
A whole lot of wicky-wicky teach myself
The records got stuffed cause the parties was
But I showed up to try to rock some cuts, what
And I was but the bigger kids reached out
Give me minutes on decks to freak out
The to get it right, maybe one night
I be rapping my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always one foot
Between and books, and the suckers got shook
Dreamed about it two straight
Way Rhymesayers first wax got made
The music is my and it is my business
My is Big Slug, I'm on the road 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, backpacks and
Sweatshirts running network and guess and
The word was spread with speed, the grew like weeds
long till we took the lead
Twin cities was and the winter was bitter
bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture
For the I spit, some rappers I knew quit
Got jobs and a family, they couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, like a roach
On the ground and broke, onto the Hulk
In a small town we stole like a thief
No to sleep with politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, and assholes
Collecting stripes little freestyle battles
Many mics we gripped, any stage rip
with no chips we'd take them road trips
Loyal members of the had my back to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, coming the mind
For the first time in my life felt fine
The turn while the DJ's mix it
I know I was on the road to the...

3]
The pop that rocks for props, he stops
And maybe on some desktop guest spots
The muscle, are up in the puzzle
But if their raps are 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
awake late night in Ant's basement
Take notes, spray the paved road
The tapes sold, got with scapegoat, huh
That work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man the core plan
Seeds get planted, hands get
Damn straight, gonna goin till the man breaks
And MC's who wanna make ends out on my route
But never ever keep
Stack the blocks, that fox
Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West
Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to
Sold out the and give 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 FUCK the snitches
on the road to the riches... bitches!

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