Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

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

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

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

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

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