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 stereo
at the photos, buggin on the names
With the out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own
By thirteen I had crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no for white rides
on the grind and I stayed inside
I was of a poser how I had my friends over
Cutting up till we wrecked that direct loader
Mom's turntable went hell
A lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself
The records got stuffed 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 minutes on decks to freak out
The to get it right, maybe one night
I be rapping my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always one foot
Between records and books, and the suckers got
about it two decades straight
Way before Rhymesayers first wax got
The is my love 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, backpacks and
Sweatshirts network and guess and cred
The was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds
Wasn't till 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, living like a
On the and broke, holding onto the Hulk
In a small scene we stole like a thief
No time to with politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, dicks and
Collecting stripes from little battles
Many mics we gripped, any we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd them road trips
members of the crew had my back to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, coming the mind
For the first time in my life felt fine
The turn while the DJ's 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 desktop guest 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 with scapegoat, huh
That work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man with the plan
Seeds get planted, get handshakes
straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks
And MC's who make ends meet out on my route
But never keep friendly
Stack the blocks, catch fox
Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West
Troopers, soldiers, to shoulder
Sold out the and give the groupies to my chauffer
New tour dates, take the money, put out tapes
And call it foreplay, for the war games
Sew it up and then with the snitches
Atmosphere on the to the riches... bitches!

"The money it counts steep" - G Rap]