Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

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

Became a young in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his roots far away
But no matter the job or
He never lost his hardcore obsession to

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

But after his inauguration was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to
This rapper and take his throne
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 blood
Battling Friday on through to Thursday

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