Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream
But it was time to ride on some funny talking
If too money talking
We em economize
Real rap, no tale spinning, such is the of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze
We wilin' out of control until we all make the funny like Comic-Con
in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
Find one to occupy
I hope for the best
I wish a nigga
around and walk away
I a nigga could
Listen to my and say fuck the rest
But once had the best better ain't as good
Weak heartedness cannot be
to the script, nigga, fuck your improv
Like the
The street's Hammurabi
your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

I was always for the bus
Just 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 it was one time
In this crazy

Not a I fear besides fear itself
is clearly a lesson learned for someone else
Reach for the of thorns upon the shelf
Cross around my
I've taught by stealth
Capture moment in time, it's a smash and grab
And my party people y'all finna have a blast
You say goodbye, I say hello and last
Hello hello, Now all of y'all elevate glass
To an example of what time do to you
When nameless things just keep on eluding you
When shit is new to you and lies is to you
Words of suspects-usual, coming to you
Man, I if I was ever lucky it was one time
Then I missing looking for the sublime
A stayed low, left the ladder unclimbed
Time time, verse blank, the line un-rhymed

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

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

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