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 much talking
We em economize
Real rap, no tale spinning, such is the of a
pilot
We wilin' out of control until we all make the papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
another one to occupy
I never hope for the
I wish a would
Turn around and walk
I a nigga could
Listen to my instincts and say fuck the
But you've had the best better ain't as good
heartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck your
Like the
The street's Hammurabi
Play part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

I was always for the bus
Just once can I be on
Then I start to think the rush
Who wants to be on
Feeling and if I ever got lucky it was one time
In crazy world

Not a thing I besides fear itself
is clearly a lesson learned for someone else
Reach for the crown of upon the shelf
around my neck
I've been 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 first and last
Hello hello, Now all of y'all elevate your
To an example of what time do to you
When those nameless things just keep on 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 ever lucky it was one
Then I missing looking for the sublime
A nigga stayed low, left the unclimbed
after time, verse blank, the line un-rhymed

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

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

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