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 the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy y'all
Never was known to be an
I rip and flip crowds into a frenzy
Reciting shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum mic tec playing slowly at night
Coincide with the mic take flight shores (word of mouth)
I separate from yours
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 for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So I blow (what) the niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock Slum Vill

Ay yo, you want flows? We got of them
Pete, and Tim trying to bank shit like the Huntington
Get that and dip
Flash the in front of them
Niggas gruntin' and
Sayin' nothin I'm with them
Oh yo! Peeps got a hold they gun on them
Cause if one of cats jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got somethin' for the some
Bubble yum chewin that 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
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
like action is what we give and receive
Best do believe we got some up our sleeves
Shit to dance to, some shit to the
Some shit if you dyin' and they help you
a handicap nigga exceed with speed
It's like with Toronto to V
this for DET in the place to be
Can't the rest R,O,I, and T
Mac Nicholas baby, what else it be?
Please, me with 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 lookin' like cheap
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' emcees
I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the emcees
On the mic I never fight I an angel of war
Slice an emcee with my palm, a lyrical
You really a bottle? You must be ill

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

What, Vill and we out
No for 98
ya straight
Getcha laced