Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, that shit.)

(One time for 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 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 shorty 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, spends the 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 than a slipper made 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 hip-hoppin wop,
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 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 that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm writin' rhymes, but besides that 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, yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many places.
As a kid, I would say that out of town, niggas chased 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, never heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police want to me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the 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 light on perpetrators, like a 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.
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 time for mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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