Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was years old I used to hear funk and soul
Being out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the
With the out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own
By I had three crates collected, huh
And my pride, no time for white rides
Kept on the and I stayed inside
I was sort of a how I had my friends over
Cutting up till we wrecked direct drive loader
turntable went through hell
A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna myself
The records got stuffed the parties was rough
But I still up to try to rock some cuts, what
And I was young but the bigger kids out
Give me five minutes on decks to out
The type to get it right, one night
I be rapping bout my life on the mic
No matter how it look, always one foot
records and books, and the suckers got shook
Dreamed about it two decades
Way before Rhymesayers first wax got
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
make enough papes to buy more blanks
There was all kinds of hits, and drips
Sweatshirts running network and and cred
The word was spread speed, the name grew like weeds
Wasn't long till we took the
Twin cities was little and the was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, they taking my picture
For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew
Got jobs and a family, they couldn't handle it
and rhyming, living like a roach
On the ground and broke, holding 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 from little freestyle battles
mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd take them trips
Loyal of the crew had my back to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, offa the mind
For the first in my life everything felt fine
The turntables while 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 desktop spots
The gangster's muscle, are up in the
But if their raps are wack they go to the hustle
I was the one on the opposite side of a gun
Taught me how to and how to run
Make or break it, the can't say shit
Stayed late night in Ant's basement
Take notes, painted the paved road
The tapes sold, got lucky scapegoat, huh
That means work, in other words van
Peace to J-Berg, the man with the plan
Seeds get planted, hands get
Damn straight, gonna keep goin till the man
And MC's who wanna make ends meet out on my
But never ever friendly
Stack the blocks, catch fox
locked on the Mid-West crops
Troopers, soldiers, to shoulder
out the shows 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 FUCK with the snitches
Atmosphere on the to the riches... bitches!

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