Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky homicide
But it was time to ride on some niggas talking
If too much money
We make em
rap, no tale spinning, such is the life of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze
We wilin' out of control we all make the funny papers like 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 wish a nigga
Turn and walk away
I wish a nigga
to my instincts and say fuck the rest
But once you've had the better ain't as good
heartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, your improv
Like the
The street's Hammurabi
your 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 what's the
Who wants to be on
Feeling unlucky and if I got lucky it was one time
In crazy world

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

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

I wonder when you die do you harps and bagpipes
If you born on the other side of the crack
learn math just to understand the crack price
Then in head first like the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you niggas can't flop
If you wanna make the noise your belly stop
One time means on the front line
Being on the front line means one time
The pendulum my way, couldn't 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 of Ballantine
But hopping over gates to escape is
Then through the alley way and down to the sub
Tales the streets
A of high crime
To make it to the
Such a climb

I was late for the bus
once can I be on time
Then I start to what's the rush
Who to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got it was one time
In this world