Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A child was born in the one day
Moved to the West coast his parents passed away
Never his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was elite

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

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

But after his there was a rush
Of wack rappers 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 MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he blood thirsty
Battling from on through to Thursday

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