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 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 from my block to the store for phillies.
After being by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my stereo's control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper 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 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 gangstas, man, fuck 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 this money, God, you know the times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims yelling the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
control 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.
I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I write my is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I shine a 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 need a job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I count all the parks I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I contact L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one time for mind, one time.

It clever.

But one time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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