Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

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

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

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

Assassins came in of one through five
With no mortal MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood
Battling Friday 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.