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)
to New York I still walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy y'all
Never was to be an emcee
I rip and flip crowds into a frenzy
Reciting shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum rushing mic tec playing at night
Coincide the mic take flight above shores (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 here son, out the slum
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 rock Slum Vill

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

It's like the first related and now we rock with the beat
Just another for S and the V
It's like action is what we give and
do believe we got some shit up our sleeves
Shit to dance to, some to the trees
Some if you dyin' and they help you breathe
Make a handicap exceed with speed
It's like with Toronto to V
Doin for DET in the place to be
Can't forget the R,O,I, and T
Mac Nicholas baby, what could it be?
Please, me with a scratch for the beat

In the beginning, it was the S, never no shit
Motherfuckers for miles to Mac Nick
We kick rhymes we know they never sound like
To the mic lookin' like thoughts
this rap shit, I'm too smart for that
I do this shit for with my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to emcees quick
I shoot the kinda to make the emcees duck
On the mic I never fight I an angel of war
Slice an emcee with my palm, a sword
You really a bottle? You must be ill

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

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