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 time for 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 from my block to the store 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, acapella
Make me richer than a slipper 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 shorty wop,
for rocking microphones and twisting 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, fuck that, man, shit was fat)
(But that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get money, God, you know the hard 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 would say that out of town, chased 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 never 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 then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a 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.
at any jam, I couldn't count 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 for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One time for mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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