Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A was born in the East one day
to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never his fascination with rhymes or beats
In he was considered elite

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

New York's hip hop movement broke
cut records, raps had the juice
Since rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the coast MC king

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

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

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