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 time for mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) Kick fuckin' 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 love it, of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, 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
me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to 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 for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your 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 It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the times, kid.
Shit, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims free 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 the time, got a older mind.
Plus control a nine, fine, see, now I mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, never heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police want to 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 north interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I write my is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and you'll God.
I shit so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't 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, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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