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 a flick, illin and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my stereo's remote control,
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me richer a slipper made 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 hip-hoppin 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, that, man, that 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 trying to get this money, God, you know the times, kid.
Shit, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime beat a rhyme.
Niggas three to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I would say out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
control 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 dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the ninety-five 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 shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
From day to night, I the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck shit so much, the microphone need a 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 for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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