Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 For Your Mind

Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, kick shit.)

(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) Kick that rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers,
And watch a flick, and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it, of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the for phillies.
After being blessed by the essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got niggaz born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a shorty wop,
Known for rocking and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, fuck that, man, shit was fat)
(But kick that for them gangstas, man, all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all? Nasty, the villain.
I'm still rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'.
I'm to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, a crime couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many places.
As a kid, I would say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
Plus a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the then inhale, it stimulates.
like I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and thank God.
I shit so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I count all the parks I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I eleven L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one for your mind, one time.

It clever.

But one time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One time for mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

Yeah, that shit was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm
But check it, you gotta verse for me?
I want you to it, you know what I'm saying?
Kick that shit the projects