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

I'm on a
I hold the pen and twisted
The competition my street cats stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York I walk the walk
dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y'all
Never was known to be an
I still rip and flip into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and like herbs to bite
Bum rushing mic tec playing at night
Coincide with the mic take flight above (word of mouth)
I mines from yours
I ya up and as I stare in your face
Your big on a hum hum
The one you got your from
I'm right here son, straight out the slum
Makin tracks for dough, gettin to do shows
So when I blow (what) the respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum

Ay yo, you want flows? We got tons of
Pete, Slum and Tim trying to bank shit the Huntington
Get that and dip
Flash the in front of them
Niggas and shit
Sayin' nothin I'm with them
Oh yo! Peeps got a hold they gun on them
Cause if one of them jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got somethin' for the some
Bubble yum 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 shit
We got that 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 rock with the
another causality for S and the V
It's like is what we give and receive
do believe we got some shit up our sleeves
Shit to to, some shit to the trees
Some shit if you dyin' and they help you
Make a handicap nigga exceed 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 could it be?
Please, lace me with a for the beat

In the beginning, it was the S, no name shit
traveled for miles to Mac Nick
We kick rhymes we know they never like yours
To the mic lookin' cheap thoughts
Fuck this rap shit, I'm too for that
I do this shit for with my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to makin' quick
I shoot the kinda rhymes to the emcees duck
On the mic I fight I call an angel 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 negroes make the music you run out to get
Now this is love at the less, new shit
Mac is earnin' money on some burner shit

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