Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A child was born in the one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed
understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was elite

Became a gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections his true roots far away
But no the job or crime
He never lost his obsession to rhyme

New York's hip hop broke loose
DJ's cut records, had the juice
busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was the west coast MC king

But after his inauguration was a rush
Of wack rappers with one 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 raps no mortal MC survive
But he no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
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.