Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

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

New hip hop movement broke loose
cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting was his natural thing
He was crowned the coast MC king

But after his inauguration there was a
Of wack with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his
A job, he had no crew, he stood all alone

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

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