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?) that fuckin' rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my to buy beers,
And a flick, illin and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the honey at, the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
up my stereo's remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me richer than a made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to troops.
Got niggaz who's born, I my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin wop,
Known for microphones and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

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

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? It's 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, cold be starvin', you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
Plus a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police to murder me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the ninety-five interstate.
Never to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a car.
day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck shit so much, the microphone a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I count all the parks I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and 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 for your mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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