Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

Became a gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost with his true roots far away
But no the job or crime
He lost 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 the west coast MC king

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

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

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