Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Rhyme Pays)

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

Became a gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true far away
But no matter the job or
He lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme

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

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

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

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