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 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 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,
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 where I got the honey at, the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me richer a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to troops.
Got niggaz born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a shorty wop,
Known for rocking and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, fuck that, man, shit was fat)
(But kick that for gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', make you 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 from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, I would say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
Plus 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 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 from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God.
I shit so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I eleven 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, from to ninety-nine.

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