Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five old I used to hear funk and soul
played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, on the names
With the fold out and the crazy illustrations
I got older and my own records
By thirteen I had three collected, huh
And that's my pride, no for white rides
Kept on the grind and I inside
I was sort of a how I had my friends over
Cutting up till we wrecked that direct loader
turntable went through hell
A whole lot of trynna teach myself
The records got stuffed cause the was rough
But I still showed up to try to rock some cuts,
And I was young but the bigger kids out
Give me five on decks to freak out
The type to get it right, maybe one
I be rapping bout my life on the mic
No matter how it look, kept one foot
Between and books, and the suckers got shook
about it two decades straight
Way before Rhymesayers wax got made
The music is my love and it is my
My is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the...

2]
I used to stand on the selling four track tapes
Trynna make enough papes to buy blanks
There was all kinds of hits, and drips
Sweatshirts network and guess and cred
The was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds
long till we took the lead
Twin cities was little and the winter was
Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my
For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew
Got and a family, they just couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, living a roach
On the ground and broke, onto the Hulk
In a small town we stole like a thief
No time to with politics and beef, huh
all pussies, dicks and assholes
Collecting stripes from little battles
mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no chips take them road trips
Loyal members of the crew had my to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, offa the mind
For the first time in my everything felt fine
The turntables turn while the mix it
I didn't know I was on the to the...

3]
The pop that for props, he eventually stops
And maybe hops on some desktop guest
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
Taught me how to and how to run
Make or break it, the hater's say shit
Stayed awake late night in Ant's
Take notes, spray the paved road
The sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh
That work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man with the plan
Seeds get planted, get handshakes
Damn straight, gonna keep goin till the man
And MC's who wanna make meet out on my route
But never ever keep
the blocks, catch that fox
Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West
Troopers, soldiers, to shoulder
Sold out the shows and give the groupies to my
New tour dates, take the money, put out more
And call it foreplay, ready for the war
Sew it up and then FUCK with the
on the road to the riches... bitches!

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