Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or
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 never lost his hardcore obsession to

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

But after his there 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

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

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