Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Rhyme Pays)

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

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

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

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

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

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