Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five years old I used to hear funk and
Being played out my hi-fi stereo
at the photos, buggin on the names
With the fold out covers and the illustrations
I got older and bought my own
By I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no for white rides
Kept on the grind and I inside
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 lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself
The records got cause the parties was rough
But I still showed up to try to some cuts, what
And I was young but the 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 kept one
Between records and books, and the 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 on the block selling four track tapes
Trynna enough papes to buy more blanks
was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips
Sweatshirts running network and guess and
The was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds
Wasn't long till we the lead
cities was little and the winter was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, they taking my picture
For the shit I spit, rappers I knew quit
Got and a family, they just couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, living a roach
On the ground and broke, holding onto the
In a small town scene we stole a thief
No time to with politics and beef, huh
all pussies, dicks and assholes
Collecting stripes from freestyle battles
Many mics we gripped, any we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd them road trips
Loyal members of the crew had my to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, coming the mind
For the first 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 for props, he eventually stops
And hops on some desktop guest spots
The muscle, are up in the puzzle
But if their are wack they go back to the hustle
I was the one on the opposite side of a gun
me how to rhyme and how to run
Make or break it, the can't say shit
Stayed awake late in Ant's basement
notes, spray painted the paved road
The tapes sold, got lucky scapegoat, huh
That means work, in other sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man with the core
Seeds get planted, get handshakes
straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks
And MC's who wanna ends meet out on my route
But never ever friendly
Stack the blocks, catch fox
Rhymesayers locked on the crops
Troopers, soldiers, to shoulder
out the shows 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 FUCK with the snitches
Atmosphere on the to the riches... bitches!

"The money it counts steep" - [Kool G