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, such is the of a
pilot
We wilin' out of control until we all make the funny papers Comic-Con
in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
Find one to occupy
I never for the best
I a nigga would
Turn and walk away
I wish a could
Listen to my instincts and say the rest
But once you've had the best better as good
Weak heartedness cannot be
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck your
the samurai
The street's Code
Play your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was

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

Not a thing I fear fear itself
This is clearly a lesson learned for someone
Reach for the crown of thorns upon the
Cross around my
I've taught by stealth
Capture this moment in time, it's a smash and
And where my party people finna have a blast
You say goodbye, I say hello first and
Hello hello, Now all of y'all elevate your
To an example of what time do to you
When those things just keep on eluding you
When shit is new to you and is true 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 nigga stayed low, the ladder unclimbed
Time after time, blank, the line un-rhymed

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

I wonder when you die do you harps and bagpipes
If you born on the side of the crack pipe
Niggas math just to understand the crack price
Then drive in first like the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you niggas can't flop
If you wanna make the noise inside your belly
One time means on the front line
on the front line means ducking one time
The pendulum swinging my way, couldn't be blind
Niggas talk to the cops? Not one time
Cause we all going down just like the sub
Or a ass half gallon of Ballantine
But hopping gates to escape is sublime
Then through the alley way and down to the sub
Tales the streets
A life of high
To it to the bottom
Such a climb

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