Luyện nghe bài hát Road To Riches

1]
When I was five years old I used to hear and soul
Being out my pop's hi-fi stereo
at the photos, buggin on the names
With the out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got and bought my own records
By I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no 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 that direct loader
Mom's turntable went through
A whole lot of wicky-wicky teach myself
The records got stuffed cause the was rough
But I showed 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, maybe one
I be rapping bout my on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, kept one foot
Between records and books, and the got shook
Dreamed about it two straight
Way Rhymesayers first wax got made
The is my love and it is my business
My is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the...

2]
I used to stand on the block selling track tapes
Trynna enough papes to buy more blanks
There was all kinds of hits, and drips
Sweatshirts running network and guess and
The word was spread with speed, the name grew like
Wasn't long till we the lead
cities was little and the winter was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my
For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew
Got jobs and a family, they just handle it
Lice and rhyming, living like a
On the ground and broke, holding onto the
In a small town we stole like a thief
No to sleep with politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, and assholes
Collecting stripes little freestyle battles
Many mics we gripped, any we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd take them trips
Loyal members of the crew had my back to
G-Pool, Moonsign, and Stress
All we had was rhymes, coming the mind
For the first time in my life everything felt
The turntables turn the DJ's mix it
I didn't I was on the road to the...

3]
The pop that rocks for props, he stops
And maybe hops on desktop guest spots
The muscle, are up in the puzzle
But if their raps are they go back 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 late night in Ant's basement
Take notes, painted the paved road
The tapes sold, got lucky scapegoat, huh
That work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man the core plan
Seeds get planted, hands get
Damn straight, keep goin till the man breaks
And MC's who wanna 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
out the shows and give the groupies to my chauffer
New tour dates, take the money, put out more
And call it foreplay, for the war games
Sew it up and then with the snitches
on the road to the riches... bitches!

"The money it counts steep" - [Kool G