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 York I still the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance
Never was known to be an
I still rip and crowds into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and like herbs to bite
Bum rushing mic tec slowly at night
Coincide with the mic flight above shores (word of mouth)
I separate mines from
I ya up and as I stare in your face
big mind's 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 with Vill

Ay yo, you want flows? We got of them
Pete, Slum and Tim trying to bank shit like the
Get that and dip
Flash the in front of them
Niggas gruntin' and
Sayin' nothin I'm done with
Oh yo! Peeps got a hold they gun on them
Cause if one of them jump, we all jumpin' in
that!
We got for the some dumb
Bubble yum chewin 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 phat shit auto and
Track shit and you hear it man I don't know how to act, shit

It's the first related verse and now we rock with the beat
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 help you breathe
Make a handicap nigga with speed
It's like with Toronto to V
Doin this for DET in the to be
forget 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, never no name
Motherfuckers traveled for miles to Mac
We kick rhymes we they never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' like thoughts
Fuck this rap shit, I'm too for that
I do this shit for kicks with my crew, believe
The S is on the way to makin' emcees
I shoot the kinda rhymes to the emcees duck
On the mic I never fight I 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, numero uno, I'm in favorite
The negroes the music that you run out to get
Now this is love at the less, new bomb
Mac Nicholas is earnin' money on some burner

What, Slum and we out
No for 98
ya straight
Getcha self