Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

A was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents away
Never understood his with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered

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

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

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

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

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