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

I'm on a
I the pen and stay twisted
The competition my street will stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York I still walk the
Control dancehall, chillin in my stance y'all
Never was to be an emcee
I still rip and flip into a frenzy
Reciting shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum rushing mic tec playing 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
big mind's on a hum hum
The one you got idea from
Yeah I'm right here son, straight out the
tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So when I blow (what) the respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Vill

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

It's like the first verse and now we rock with the beat
another causality for S and the V
It's like is what we give and receive
Best do believe we got some shit up our
Shit to dance to, some shit to the
Some shit if you dyin' and help you breathe
Make a nigga exceed with speed
It's totally with Toronto to V
Doin this for DET in the to be
forget the rest R,O,I, and T
Mac baby, what 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 never sound like
To the mic lookin' like cheap
this rap shit, I'm too smart for that
I do this shit for with my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to makin' emcees
I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the emcees
On the mic I fight I call an angel of war
Slice an emcee with my palm, a lyrical
You really a bottle? You must be ill

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

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