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

I'm on a
I the pen and stay twisted
The my street cats will stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York I still walk the
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy y'all
was known to be an emcee
I rip and flip 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 flight shores (word of mouth)
I separate mines yours
I ya up and as I stare in your face
Your big 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 when I (what) the niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I with Slum Vill

Ay yo, you want We got tons of them
Pete, Slum and Tim trying to bank shit like the
Get that and dip
the cash in front of them
Niggas and shit
Sayin' nothin I'm with them
Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a hold they gun on
Cause if one of them cats jump, we all in
that!
We got somethin' for the some
yum chewin that don't know what they doin' with this rap shit
Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y'all know you bored with the wack
We got that phat that auto and
shit 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 another for S and the V
It's action is what we give and receive
Best do believe we got some up our sleeves
Shit to dance to, shit to the trees
Some shit if you dyin' and help you breathe
Make a handicap exceed with speed
It's like with Toronto to V
Doin this for DET in the to be
forget the rest R,O,I, and T
Mac Nicholas baby, else could it be?
Please, lace me a scratch for the beat

In the beginning, it was the S, no name shit
traveled for miles to Mac Nick
We rhymes we know they never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' cheap thoughts
Fuck this rap shit, I'm too smart for
I do this for kicks with my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to makin' quick
I shoot the rhymes to make the emcees 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, numero uno, I'm in 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, Slum and we out
No for 98
Settin ya
Getcha laced