Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream
But it was time to ride on some niggas funny
If too much money
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 papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
Find another one to
I never hope for the
I wish a would
Turn and walk away
I wish a could
Listen to my instincts and say the rest
But once you've had the better ain't as good
heartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck your
the samurai
The street's Hammurabi
Play your part, the fuck up, and do as I was told

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

Not a I fear besides fear itself
This is clearly a lesson learned for someone
Reach for the crown of upon the shelf
around my neck
I've been taught by
Capture this moment in time, it's a and grab
And where my party people 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 keep on eluding you
When is new to you and lies is true to you
Words of suspects-usual, though to you
Man, I if I was ever lucky it was one time
Then I went missing looking for the
A nigga stayed low, the ladder unclimbed
Time after time, verse blank, the line

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

I wonder when you die do you hear harps and
If you born on the side of the crack pipe
Niggas learn math 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 being on the front line
on the front line means ducking one time
The pendulum swinging my way, be more blind
Niggas to the cops? Not even one time
Cause we all going just like the sub prime
Or a ass half gallon of Ballantine
But hopping over to escape is sublime
Then through the way and down to the sub line
from the streets
A life of crime
To it to the bottom
a high climb

I was late for the bus
Just can I be on time
I start 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