Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Rhyme Pays)

A was born in the East one day
Moved to the West after his parents passed away
understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In he was considered elite

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

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

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

Assassins in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC could
But he showed no mercy, he 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.