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

I'm on a
I the pen and stay twisted
The competition my street cats stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York I walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy y'all
Never was known to be an
I still rip and crowds into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and it's like to bite
Bum mic tec playing slowly at night
Coincide with the mic take above shores (word of mouth)
I separate mines from
I look ya up and as I stare in your
big mind's on a hum hum
The one you got your idea
Yeah I'm right here son, straight out the
Makin tracks for dough, gettin 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 bank shit the Huntington
Get that and dip
the cash in front of them
Niggas and shit
Sayin' nothin I'm done them
Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a hold they gun on
Cause if one of cats jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got somethin' for the some
Bubble yum chewin that don't know what they doin' with rap shit
Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y'all you bored with the wack shit
We got phat shit that auto and
Track and when you hear it man I don't know how to act, shit

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

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

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

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