Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the in the sky scream homicide
But it was time to ride on some niggas talking
If too money talking
We make em
Real rap, no tale spinning, such is the of a
pilot
We wilin' out of control until we all make the papers like Comic-Con
Feared in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all
another one to occupy
I never for the best
I a nigga would
Turn and walk away
I wish a nigga
Listen to my and say fuck the rest
But you've had the best better ain't as good
Weak heartedness be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck improv
the samurai
The street's Code
Play part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

I was always for the bus
Just once can I be on
I start to think what's the rush
Who to be on time
unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one time
In crazy world

Not a thing I fear besides itself
This is clearly a lesson learned for someone
Reach for the crown of upon the shelf
Cross around my
been taught by stealth
Capture this moment in time, it's a and grab
And where my party people y'all have a blast
You say goodbye, I say hello and last
hello, Now all of y'all elevate your glass
To an example of what will do to you
When those nameless things keep on eluding you
When shit is new to you and lies is to you
of suspects-usual, coming though to you
Man, I guess if I was ever lucky it was one
Then I missing looking for the sublime
A nigga stayed low, left the ladder
Time after time, blank, the line un-rhymed

You wonder what's the big fuss
For be on time
What's the big deal, why do they
The need to have us on line
Feeling unlucky and if I'd ever got lucky it was one
In crazy world

I when you die do you hear harps and bagpipes
If you born on the other side of the pipe
Niggas learn just to understand the crack price
Then drive in first like the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you can't belly flop
If you wanna make the noise inside your belly
One time means being on the front
on the front line means ducking one time
The pendulum swinging my way, couldn't be blind
Niggas talk to the cops? Not one time
we all going down just like the sub prime
Or a cheap ass half gallon of
But hopping over gates to escape is
Then the alley way and down to the sub line
Tales the streets
A of high crime
To make it to the
Such a climb

I was late for the bus
once can I be on time
Then I to think what's the rush
Who to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got it was one time
In this crazy