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

I'm on a
I hold the pen and stay
The competition my street cats will stay (word up)
Detroit to New York I still walk the
dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y'all
Never was to be an emcee
I still rip and flip crowds into a
Reciting facts shit, and it's herbs to bite
Bum mic tec playing slowly at night
with the mic take flight above shores (word of mouth)
I separate from 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 here son, straight out the slum
Makin for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So when I blow (what) the niggas respect my
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum

Ay yo, you flows? We got tons of them
Pete, Slum and Tim to bank shit like the Huntington
Get money and dip
Flash the cash in front of
Niggas gruntin' and
Sayin' nothin I'm with them
Oh yo! ain't got a hold they gun on them
Cause if one of them jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got somethin' for the dumb
Bubble yum chewin that don't know what they doin' with this rap
Rap tactics automatic and the fact is y'all know you with the wack shit
We got phat shit that auto and
Track shit and when you it man I don't know how to act, shit

It's like the related verse and now we rock with the beat
Just 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 shit if you dyin' and help you breathe
Make a nigga exceed with speed
It's like totally Toronto to V
Doin this for DET in the to be
forget the rest 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
Motherfuckers traveled for to Mac Nick
We rhymes we know they never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' like cheap
Fuck rap shit, I'm too smart for that
I do this shit for kicks with my crew, believe
The S is on the way to makin' quick
I the kinda rhymes to make the emcees duck
On the mic I never I call an angel of war
Slice an emcee with my palm, a lyrical
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 some burner

What, Slum and we out
No for 98
Settin ya
Getcha laced