Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

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

New York's hip hop broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the
Since rhymes was his natural thing
He was the west coast MC king

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

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

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