Luyện nghe bài hát Once Upon a Time

I'm on a
I the pen and stay twisted
The competition my street cats will stay (word up)
Detroit to New I still walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance
Never was known to be an
I still rip and crowds into a frenzy
facts shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum rushing mic tec playing slowly at
Coincide with the mic take flight above (word of mouth)
I separate from yours
I look ya up and as I in your face
Your big on a hum hum
The one you got your from
Yeah I'm right here son, straight out the
Makin for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So I blow (what) the niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum

Ay yo, you want We got tons of them
Pete, Slum and Tim trying to shit like the Huntington
Get money and dip
Flash the cash in of them
Niggas gruntin' and
Sayin' nothin I'm done with
Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a hold they gun on
Cause if one of cats jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got for the some dumb
Bubble yum chewin that don't know what they doin' with rap shit
Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y'all know you bored with the wack
We got that phat that auto and
Track shit and when you hear it man I don't know how to act,

It's like the first related verse and now we rock the beat
Just causality for S and the V
It's like action is what we give and
Best do believe we got some shit up our
Shit to dance to, shit to the trees
Some shit if you dyin' and they you breathe
Make a handicap nigga with speed
like totally with Toronto to V
Doin for DET in the place to be
forget the rest R,O,I, and T
Mac Nicholas baby, else could it be?
Please, me with a scratch for the beat

In the beginning, it was the S, never no name
Motherfuckers traveled for to Mac Nick
We kick rhymes we know they sound like yours
To the mic lookin' like cheap
Fuck this rap shit, I'm too smart for
I do this shit for kicks with my crew, that
The S is on the way to emcees quick
I shoot the rhymes to make the emcees duck
On the mic I never I call an angel of war
an emcee with my palm, a lyrical sword
You really want a bottle? You be ill

Well it's the S, numero uno, I'm in favorite
The negroes the music that you run out to get
Now this is love at the less, new shit
Mac Nicholas is earnin' money on some shit

What, Slum and we out
No for 98
Settin ya
Getcha laced