Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky homicide
But it was to ride on some niggas funny talking
If too much talking
We make em
Real rap, no tale spinning, such is the of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze
We out of control until we all make the funny 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 a nigga would
Turn around and walk
I wish a could
to my instincts and say fuck the rest
But once you've had the best better as good
heartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, your improv
the samurai
The street's Code
Play your part, the fuck up, and do as I was told

I was late 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 got lucky it was one time
In this crazy

Not a thing I fear besides itself
This is clearly a lesson learned for someone
for the crown of thorns upon the shelf
Cross around my
been taught by stealth
Capture this moment in time, a smash and grab
And where my party people finna have a blast
You say goodbye, I say hello and last
hello, Now all of y'all elevate your glass
To an example of time will do to you
When those nameless things keep on eluding you
When shit is new to you and 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, left the unclimbed
Time after time, verse blank, the un-rhymed

You ever wonder what's the big
For everyone be on
What's the big deal, why do they
The need to have us on line
Feeling 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
Niggas learn math just to understand the crack
Then drive in head first like the knife
Cause out here, yo you niggas can't belly
If you make the noise inside your belly stop
One time means being on the line
Being on the front line ducking one time
The swinging my way, couldn't be more blind
Niggas talk to the Not even one time
Cause we all going down just the sub prime
Or a cheap ass gallon of Ballantine
But hopping over gates to escape is
Then through the way and down to the sub line
Tales from the
A life of high
To make it to the
Such a high

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