Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, kick 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 grab the Buddha, get my 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 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 where I got the honey at, spends the for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle 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, rhymes'll
me richer 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.
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin wop,
Known for rocking microphones and 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, that, man, that shit was fat)
(But that for them gangstas, man, fuck 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 to get this 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 couldn't a rhyme.
Niggas catching 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, niggas us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
control 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 want to me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
Think dim the lights 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, make 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 need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
at any jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I eleven 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, that was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying?
But check it, you gotta verse for me?
I you to kick it, you know what I'm saying?
that shit from the projects