Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 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 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, illin and for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the for phillies.
After blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's where I got the honey at, the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my stereo's control, quickly;
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me richer a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops.
Got who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin wop,
Known for rocking microphones and 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 for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all? Nasty, the villain.
I'm writin' rhymes, but besides that 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 beat a rhyme.
catching three to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, to many places.
As a kid, when I 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, police to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and you'll God.
I wreck shit so much, the microphone a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't all the parks 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 for your 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 another verse for me?
I want you to it, you know what I'm saying?
that shit from the projects