Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Rhyme Pays)

A was born in the East one day
to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never his fascination with rhymes or beats
In he was considered elite

Became a 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, had the juice
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 job, he had no crew, he stood all alone

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

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