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

I'm on a
I hold the pen and stay
The my street cats will stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York I walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy y'all
was known to be an emcee
I still rip and flip crowds into a
Reciting facts shit, and it's like herbs to
Bum rushing mic tec playing slowly at
with the mic take flight above shores (word of mouth)
I separate mines from
I look ya up and as I stare in your
big mind's on a hum hum
The one you got your idea
Yeah I'm right son, straight out the slum
tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So when I (what) the niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the and I rock with Slum Vill

Ay yo, you want flows? We got tons of
Pete, Slum and Tim trying to shit like the Huntington
Get that and dip
Flash the cash in of them
gruntin' and shit
Sayin' nothin I'm done them
Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a 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 automatic and the fact is y'all know you bored with the wack shit
We got phat shit that auto and
shit and when you hear it man I don't know how to act, shit

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

In the beginning, it was the S, no name shit
Motherfuckers traveled for to Mac Nick
We kick rhymes we they never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' cheap thoughts
Fuck rap shit, I'm too smart for that
I do this shit for kicks my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to makin' emcees
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 lyrical
You want a bottle? You must be ill

Well 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 bomb
Mac Nicholas is money on some burner shit

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