Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 For Your Mind

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

(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One time for 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 a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's where I got the honey at, the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my stereo's remote control,
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got niggaz who's born, I my way out my mom dukes.
I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop,
Known for microphones 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, that was fat)
(But kick that for them gangstas, man, all that)

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

Yo, one time for mind, one time.

It clever.

But one time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One time for mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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