Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream
But it was to ride on some niggas funny talking
If too money talking
We make em
Real rap, no spinning, such is the life of a
pilot
We wilin' out of until we all make the funny papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all streets so, if you see me out in y'all streets
Find one to occupy
I never hope for the
I wish a nigga
around and walk away
I wish a could
Listen to my instincts and say fuck the
But once you've had the best better ain't as
Weak heartedness be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, your improv
the samurai
The Hammurabi Code
Play your part, 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 think the rush
Who to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I got lucky it was one time
In crazy world

Not a thing I fear besides fear
This is clearly a lesson for someone else
Reach for the crown of thorns upon the
Cross around my
I've been taught by
Capture this moment in time, a smash and grab
And where my party people finna have a blast
You say goodbye, I say hello first and
hello, Now all of y'all elevate your glass
To an example of what will do to you
When those nameless things just keep on you
shit is new to you and lies 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 low, left 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 feel
The need to have us marching on
unlucky and if I'd ever got lucky it was one time
In crazy world

I wonder you die do you hear harps and bagpipes
If you on the other side of the crack pipe
learn math just to understand the crack price
Then drive in head first like the knife
out here, yo you niggas can't belly flop
If you make the noise inside your belly stop
One means being on the front line
Being on the front means ducking one time
The pendulum swinging my way, couldn't be more
Niggas to the cops? Not even one time
Cause we all going just like the sub prime
Or a cheap ass gallon of Ballantine
But hopping over to escape is sublime
through the alley way and down to the sub line
Tales the streets
A of high 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 to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one
In this world