Luyện nghe bài hát Once Upon a Time

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

Ay yo, you want flows? We got tons of
Pete, Slum and Tim to bank shit like the Huntington
Get that and dip
the cash in front of them
Niggas gruntin' and
Sayin' nothin I'm done them
Oh yo! Peeps got a hold they gun on them
Cause if one of cats jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got somethin' for the dumb
Bubble yum chewin that know what they doin' 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 how to act, shit

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

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

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

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