Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

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

(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) Kick 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, every morning, I go out and it, sort of chilly,
Then I a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes, odd seconds.
That's I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared 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 microphones and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

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

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but besides I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, a crime couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas us,
But now I the time, got a older mind.
Plus a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police want to me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the north interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I write my is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck shit so much, the microphone 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 contact L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one time for mind, one time.

It clever.

But one for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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