Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five years old I used to hear funk and
Being played out my pop's stereo
Looking at the photos, on the names
With the out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and 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 of a poser how I had my friends over
Cutting up we wrecked that direct drive loader
turntable went through hell
A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach
The records got stuffed cause the parties was
But I still showed up to try to rock some cuts,
And I was young but the kids reached out
me five minutes on decks to freak out
The type to get it right, one night
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
Dreamed about it two straight
Way before first wax got made
The music is my and it is my business
My name is Big Slug, I'm on the to the...

2]
I used to on the block selling four track tapes
Trynna enough papes to buy more blanks
There was all of hits, backpacks and drips
Sweatshirts network and guess and cred
The word was 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, they started my picture
For the shit I spit, some I knew quit
Got jobs and a family, they just couldn't it
Lice and rhyming, living like a
On the ground and broke, holding onto the
In a small scene we stole like a thief
No time to sleep politics and beef, huh
all pussies, dicks and assholes
Collecting stripes from freestyle battles
Many we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no we'd take 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 time in my life everything felt fine
The turntables turn while the mix it
I didn't I was on the road to the...

3]
The pop that rocks for props, he eventually
And maybe hops on some desktop guest
The gangster's muscle, are up in the
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 night in Ant's basement
Take notes, painted the paved road
The sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh
That means work, in other words van
to J-Berg, the man with the core plan
Seeds get planted, get handshakes
straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks
And MC's who wanna make ends out on my route
But never ever friendly
Stack the blocks, 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 tapes
And it foreplay, ready for the war games
Sew it up and then with the snitches
on the road to the riches... bitches!

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