Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Rhyme Pays)

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

a young gangster 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 York's hip hop movement broke
DJ's cut records, raps had the
Since rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the coast MC king

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

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

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.