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?) Kick fuckin' 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, every morning, I go out and 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 to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my stereo's remote control,
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me richer than a made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to 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 for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, fuck that, man, that 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 rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', make you to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been to many 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 never of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think I'll dim the lights inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I write my is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
From day to night, I the mic, and you'll thank God.
I shit so much, the microphone need 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 time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One time for mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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