Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five years old I to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi
Looking at the photos, buggin on the
the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got and bought my own records
By thirteen I had crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no time for white
on the grind and I stayed inside
I was sort of a poser how I had my friends
Cutting up till we wrecked that direct drive
Mom's turntable went hell
A whole lot of trynna teach myself
The records got stuffed the parties 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 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, always one foot
Between records and books, and the got shook
Dreamed it two decades 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 stand on the selling four track tapes
Trynna make papes to buy more blanks
There was all of hits, backpacks and drips
Sweatshirts running and guess and cred
The word was with speed, the name grew like weeds
Wasn't long we took the lead
Twin cities was little and the was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, they taking my picture
For the shit I spit, some rappers I quit
Got jobs and a family, they just couldn't 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 time to sleep with and beef, huh
They all pussies, and assholes
Collecting stripes from little freestyle
mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd take them trips
Loyal members of the crew had my to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, and Stress
All we had was rhymes, coming the mind
For the first time in my life everything felt
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 muscle, are up in the puzzle
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
or break it, the hater's can't say shit
Stayed awake night in Ant's basement
Take notes, spray the paved road
The tapes sold, got lucky scapegoat, huh
That work, in other words sewer van
to J-Berg, the man with the core plan
Seeds get planted, get handshakes
Damn straight, gonna keep goin the man breaks
And MC's who wanna make meet out on my route
But never ever friendly
Stack the blocks, that fox
locked on the Mid-West crops
Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to
Sold out the and give the groupies to my chauffer
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]