Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A child was born in the one day
to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or
In poetry he was elite

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

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

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

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

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