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

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 stance y'all
Never was known to be an
I still rip and flip crowds a frenzy
Reciting shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum rushing mic tec playing at night
Coincide with the mic take flight above (word of mouth)
I separate mines from
I look ya up and as I stare in your
Your big on a hum hum
The one you got your from
Yeah I'm right son, straight out the slum
Makin tracks for dough, paid to do shows
So when I blow (what) the niggas respect my
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock Slum Vill

Ay yo, you want flows? We got of them
Pete, Slum and Tim to bank shit like the Huntington
Get that and dip
the cash in front of them
Niggas and shit
Sayin' I'm done with them
Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a they gun on them
Cause if one of them jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got for the some dumb
Bubble yum chewin that don't know what they doin' with rap shit
Rap automatic and the fact is y'all know you bored with the wack shit
We got phat shit that auto and
Track shit and when you hear it man I 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 is what we give and receive
Best do believe we got some shit up our
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 this for DET in the to be
Can't forget the R,O,I, and T
Mac Nicholas baby, what else it be?
Please, lace me 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 never sound like yours
To the mic like cheap thoughts
this rap shit, I'm too smart for that
I do shit for kicks with my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to emcees 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 want 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 money on some burner shit

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