Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

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

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

Not a thing I fear fear itself
is clearly a lesson learned for someone else
Reach for the crown of thorns the shelf
Cross around my
I've been by stealth
Capture this moment in time, a smash and grab
And where my party people y'all finna have a
You say goodbye, I say hello and last
Hello hello, Now all of y'all elevate glass
To an example of what time do to you
When those things just keep on eluding you
When shit is new to you and is true 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 ever wonder the big fuss
For everyone be on
What's the big deal, why do they
The need to have us on line
Feeling unlucky and if I'd got lucky it was one time
In this crazy

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

I was always for the bus
Just 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 lucky it was one
In crazy world