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?) that fuckin' 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 love it, of chilly,
Then I send a from my block to the store for phillies.
being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got who's 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, that was fat)
(But kick for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get this money, God, you the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', make you to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, I would 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 never of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, I write my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's 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.
at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and the Reverand.
I eleven L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one for your 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, what I'm saying?
But check it, you gotta another for me?
I want you to kick it, you know what I'm
Kick that from the projects