Luyện nghe bài hát Once Upon a Time [Pete Rock Remix]

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

Ay yo, you want flows? We got of them
Pete, Slum and Tim trying to bank shit the Huntington
Get that and dip
Flash the cash in front of
Niggas gruntin' and
nothin I'm done with them
Oh yo! Peeps 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 that don't know what they doin' this rap shit
Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y'all you bored with the wack shit
We got that shit that auto and
Track shit and you hear it man I don't know how to act, shit

like the first related verse 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 to, some shit to the trees
Some shit if you dyin' and they help you
a handicap nigga exceed 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 baby, what else could it be?
Please, lace me with a scratch for the

In the beginning, it was the S, never no name
traveled for miles to Mac Nick
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 with my crew, that
The S is on the way to emcees quick
I shoot the kinda to make the emcees duck
On the mic I never I call an angel of war
Slice an with my palm, a lyrical sword
You really a bottle? You must be ill

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

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