Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, kick shit.)

(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) that fuckin' rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers,
And watch a flick, illin and for the villain, huh.
Plus, morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my stereo's control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got niggaz born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop,
Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, fuck that, man, that was fat)
(But kick that for them gangstas, man, all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all? Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides I'm chillin'.
I'm to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas three to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I would say out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
Plus control a nine, fine, see, now I mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
Think dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the north interstate.
plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
From day to night, I the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck shit so much, the need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I couldn't count all the I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and the Reverand.
I eleven L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one for your mind, one time.

It clever.

But one for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One time for mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

Yeah, that shit was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm
But check it, you another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know I'm saying?
Kick shit from the projects