Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky homicide
But it was time to ride on niggas funny talking
If too much talking
We make em
Real rap, no spinning, such is the life of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze
We wilin' out of control until we all make the funny papers Comic-Con
Feared in all streets so, if you see me out in y'all streets
Find one to occupy
I never hope for the
I a nigga would
Turn around and away
I wish a nigga
to my instincts and say fuck the rest
But once you've had the best ain't as good
Weak heartedness cannot be
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck improv
Like the
The Hammurabi Code
Play part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

I was late for the bus
Just can I be on time
Then I start to think the rush
Who to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I got lucky it was one time
In this crazy

Not a thing I fear fear itself
is clearly a lesson learned for someone else
Reach for the crown of upon the shelf
Cross around my
I've been by stealth
Capture this moment in time, it's a and grab
And where my people y'all finna have a blast
You say goodbye, I say first and last
Hello hello, Now all of elevate your glass
To an example of time will do to you
When those nameless things just keep on you
When shit is new to you and lies is to you
Words of suspects-usual, coming to you
Man, I guess if I was lucky it was one time
Then I went missing looking for the
A nigga stayed low, left the ladder
Time after time, verse blank, the un-rhymed

You ever wonder what's the big
For be on time
the big deal, why do they feel
The need to have us marching on
unlucky and if I'd ever got lucky it was one time
In this crazy

I wonder you die do you hear harps and bagpipes
If you born on the other side of the crack
learn math just to understand the crack price
Then drive in head first the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you can't belly flop
If you wanna make the noise inside your belly
One time means being on the line
Being on the front line means one time
The pendulum swinging my way, be more blind
Niggas talk to the cops? Not even one
we all going down just like the sub prime
Or a cheap ass half gallon of
But hopping over gates to is sublime
Then the alley way and down to the sub line
Tales the streets
A life of crime
To it to the bottom
a high climb

I was always for the bus
once can I be on time
Then I start to think what's the
Who wants to be on
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one
In crazy world