Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A child was born in the one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents away
Never understood his fascination with or beats
In he was considered elite

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

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

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

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

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