Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A child was 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 elite

a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections his true roots far away
But no matter the job or
He lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme

New hip hop movement broke loose
DJ's cut records, had the juice
Since rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west MC king

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

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

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