Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five years old I used to hear funk and
played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, on the names
With the fold out covers and the illustrations
I got and bought my own records
By thirteen I had crates collected, huh
And my pride, no time for white rides
Kept on the and I stayed inside
I was of a poser how I had my friends over
Cutting up till we wrecked that direct drive
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 bigger kids out
Give me minutes on decks to freak out
The type to get it right, maybe one
I be bout my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always kept one
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 is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the...

2]
I used to stand on the block four track tapes
Trynna make enough to buy more blanks
was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips
Sweatshirts network and guess and cred
The word was spread with speed, the grew like weeds
Wasn't long till we took the
Twin cities was little and the was bitter
bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture
For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew
Got jobs and a family, they couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, living like a
On the ground and broke, holding the Hulk
In a town scene we stole like a thief
No time to sleep with and beef, huh
all pussies, dicks and assholes
Collecting stripes from freestyle battles
Many we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd take road trips
Loyal members of the crew had my back to
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and
All we had was rhymes, coming offa the
For the first time in my life everything felt
The turn while the DJ's mix it
I know I was on the road to the...

3]
The pop that rocks for props, he eventually
And hops on some desktop guest spots
The muscle, are up in the puzzle
But if their raps are wack they go back to the
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 can't say
Stayed awake late in Ant's basement
notes, spray painted the paved road
The sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh
That work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man with the core
Seeds get planted, hands get
Damn straight, gonna keep goin the man breaks
And MC's who make ends meet out on my route
But never keep friendly
the blocks, catch that fox
Rhymesayers on the Mid-West crops
Troopers, soldiers, to shoulder
out the shows and give the groupies to my chauffer
New tour dates, the money, put out more tapes
And call it foreplay, ready for the war
Sew it up and then FUCK with the
on the road to the riches... bitches!

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