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 will stay (word up)
Detroit to New I still walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance
was known to be an emcee
I still rip and flip into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and like herbs to bite
Bum mic tec playing slowly at night
Coincide with the mic take above shores (word of mouth)
I separate mines yours
I ya up and as I stare in your face
big mind's on a hum hum
The one you got your idea
Yeah I'm right son, straight out the slum
tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So when I blow (what) the niggas respect my
Ay yo I'm nice the pill and I rock with Slum Vill

Ay yo, you flows? We got tons of them
Pete, and Tim trying to bank shit like the Huntington
Get that and dip
Flash the cash in of them
gruntin' and shit
Sayin' nothin I'm with them
Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a they gun on them
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 with this rap shit
Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y'all know you bored 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 related verse and now we with the beat
another causality for S and the V
It's like action is what we and receive
Best do believe we got shit up our sleeves
to dance to, some shit to the trees
Some if you dyin' and they help you breathe
Make a handicap exceed with speed
It's like totally with to V
this for DET in the place to be
Can't the rest R,O,I, and T
Mac Nicholas baby, what could it be?
Please, me with a scratch 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 sound like
To the mic lookin' like cheap
Fuck this rap shit, I'm too smart for
I do this shit for kicks my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to makin' emcees
I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the duck
On the mic I never fight I call an of war
Slice an with my palm, a lyrical sword
You really want a You must be ill

Well it's the S, 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 burner shit

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