Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, that 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?) Kick that rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my 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 my block to the store for phillies.
After being 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.
up my stereo's remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got niggaz who's born, I 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 for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, fuck that, man, that was fat)
(But kick that for gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, what up niggaz, how 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, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims yelling the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I say that out of town, niggas chased 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 never 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.
like I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I my hand is hot,
And expand a lot the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a car.
From day to night, I 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 a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I eleven 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, that was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying?
But check it, you gotta verse for me?
I want you to it, you know what I'm saying?
Kick that shit the projects