Luyện nghe bài hát Once Upon a Time

I'm on a
I hold the pen and stay
The competition my street cats will stay (word up)
Detroit to New York I still walk the
Control dancehall, in my b-boy stance y'all
Never was known to be an
I rip and flip crowds into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and like herbs to bite
Bum rushing mic tec slowly at night
Coincide with the mic flight above shores (word of mouth)
I separate mines from
I look ya up and as I stare in face
Your big on a hum hum
The one you got your from
Yeah I'm right son, straight out the slum
Makin tracks for dough, gettin paid to do
So when I (what) the niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock Slum Vill

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

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

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

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

What, Vill and we out
No for 98
ya straight
Getcha self