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 for your mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) Kick that rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers,
And watch a flick, and root for the villain, huh.
Plus, morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
being 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.
up my stereo's remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
me richer than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to troops.
Got who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin wop,
Known for microphones and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, that, man, that shit was fat)
(But kick that for gangstas, man, fuck all that)

Right, right, up niggaz, how y'all? 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, a crime couldn't 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 a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, never heard of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen rides the paper, it has blinkers.
I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya 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 count all the parks I raided.
I hold a Mac-11, and the Reverand.
I contact 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, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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