Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, kick 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 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 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 crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops.
Got niggaz born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop,
Known for rocking and twisting 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, fuck that, man, 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 writin' rhymes, but besides I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get 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 couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims yelling the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, 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.
like I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
day to night, I play 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 couldn't count all the I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and the Reverand.
I contact 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 another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you what I'm saying?
that shit from the projects