Luyện nghe bài hát Once Upon a Time [Original Mix]

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

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

It's the first related verse and now we rock with the beat
Just causality for S and the V
like action is what we give and receive
Best do believe we got some up our sleeves
Shit to dance to, shit to the trees
shit if you dyin' and they help you breathe
Make a handicap exceed 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, what could it be?
Please, lace me 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 never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' cheap thoughts
Fuck rap shit, I'm too smart for that
I do this shit for kicks with my crew, that
The S is on the way to makin' emcees
I shoot the kinda to make the emcees duck
On the mic I never fight I call an of war
an emcee with my palm, a lyrical sword
You really want a You must be ill

Well it's the S, numero uno, I'm in favorite
The negroes make the music 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
ya straight
Getcha laced