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 for your 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 a flick, illin and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the for phillies.
After 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 mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer than a slipper Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got niggaz born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin wop,
Known for rocking 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 that for them gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the times, kid.
Shit, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime beat a rhyme.
catching three to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, I would say that out of town, niggas chased us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
control 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, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating like I'm on the ninety-five interstate.
Never to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and 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 a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I contact L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one for your mind, one time.

It clever.

But one time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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