Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

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

(One time for 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, illin and for the villain, huh.
Plus, morning, I go out and love 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, spends the for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my stereo's control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a made Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops.
Got niggaz who's born, I my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a shorty wop,
Known for rocking microphones and off a forty top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One for your 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 still writin' rhymes, but besides I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get 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 to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, to many places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas 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, brothers heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north 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 a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't all the parks I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and the Reverand.
I contact 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 I'm saying?
But check it, you another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know I'm saying?
that shit from the projects