Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

a young 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 York's hip hop broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the
Since busting was his natural thing
He was crowned the coast MC king

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

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

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