Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or
In poetry he was considered

Became a young in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true far away
But no the job or crime
He never his hardcore obsession to rhyme

New York's hip hop movement loose
DJ's cut records, had the juice
Since busting was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast MC

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

Assassins came in groups of one through
With raps no mortal MC survive
But he showed no mercy, he blood thirsty
Battling from Friday on through to

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