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 money
We make em
Real rap, no tale spinning, is the life of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze
We wilin' out of control until we all make the funny like Comic-Con
Feared in all streets so, if you see me out in y'all streets
another one to occupy
I never hope for the
I a nigga would
around and walk away
I wish a could
Listen to my instincts and say fuck the
But you've had the best better ain't as good
heartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck your
the samurai
The Hammurabi Code
your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

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

Not a I fear besides fear itself
This is a lesson learned for someone else
Reach for the crown of thorns the shelf
Cross my neck
I've been taught by
Capture this moment in time, a smash and grab
And where my party people y'all finna have a
You say goodbye, I say first and last
Hello hello, Now all of elevate your glass
To an of what time will do to you
When those nameless things keep on eluding you
When shit is new to you and is true to you
of suspects-usual, coming though to you
Man, I guess if I was lucky it was one time
Then I went looking for the sublime
A nigga stayed low, left the unclimbed
Time after time, verse blank, the line

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

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

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