Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A child was born in the one day
to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered

Became a young gangster in the of L.A.
Lost connections with his roots far away
But no matter the job or
He never lost his hardcore to rhyme

New York's hip hop movement broke
cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural
He was crowned the west MC king

But after his inauguration was a rush
Of wack rappers one intention to crush
This master rapper and his throne
A simple job, he had no crew, he stood all

Assassins in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped thirsty
Battling from on through to Thursday

Never losin', never ending in doubt
confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending to the T.O.P.
The L.A. player M.C.