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 the funny papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all streets so, if you see me out in y'all streets
another one to occupy
I hope for the best
I wish a nigga
Turn around and walk
I wish a nigga
Listen to my instincts and say fuck the
But you've had the best better ain't as good
Weak heartedness be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck improv
Like the
The street's Code
Play 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 to think what's the rush
Who to be on time
Feeling and if I ever got lucky 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
this moment in time, it's a smash and grab
And where my party people y'all finna have a
You say goodbye, I say hello first and
Hello hello, Now all of y'all your glass
To an example of what will do to you
those nameless things just keep on eluding you
When shit is new to you and lies is to you
of suspects-usual, coming though to you
Man, I guess if I was lucky it was one time
Then I went missing looking for the
A nigga low, left the ladder unclimbed
Time after time, blank, the line un-rhymed

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

I wonder when you die do you hear and bagpipes
If you born on the side of the crack pipe
learn math just to understand the crack price
Then in head first like the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you can't belly flop
If you wanna make the noise inside your belly
One time means being on the line
Being on the front line means ducking one
The pendulum my way, couldn't be more blind
talk 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 through the way and down to the sub line
from the streets
A of high crime
To make it to the
Such a high

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