Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream
But it was time to on some niggas funny talking
If too money 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 the funny papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all streets so, if you ever see me out in streets
Find another one to
I hope for the best
I a nigga would
Turn around and walk
I a nigga could
to my instincts and say fuck the rest
But once you've had the best better ain't as
Weak heartedness cannot be
Stick to the script, nigga, your improv
Like the
The Hammurabi Code
your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

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

Not a thing I fear fear itself
This is clearly a lesson learned for else
Reach for the crown of thorns upon the
Cross around my
I've taught by stealth
Capture this in time, it's a smash and grab
And where my party people 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 those nameless things just 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 lucky it was one time
I went missing looking for the sublime
A nigga stayed low, left the unclimbed
after time, verse blank, the line un-rhymed

You ever wonder the big fuss
For be on time
the big deal, why do they 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 harps and bagpipes
If you on the other side of the crack pipe
Niggas learn math just to understand the price
drive 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, couldn't be 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 over gates to escape is sublime
Then the alley way and down to the sub line
Tales the streets
A life of high
To make it to the
Such a 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