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 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 watch a flick, and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it, of chilly,
I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends 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 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 hip-hoppin 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, that 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 rhymes, but besides that 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, a crime couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many places.
As a kid, when I would say 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, police to murder me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even 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, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and 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 contact 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 for your mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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