Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream
But it was time to ride on some niggas talking
If too much money
We make em
rap, no tale spinning, such is the life of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze
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 wish a would
Turn around and away
I a nigga could
Listen to my and say fuck the rest
But you've had the best better ain't as good
heartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck your
Like the
The Hammurabi Code
Play your part, shut the up, and do as I was told

I was always for the bus
Just once can I be on
Then I start to think the rush
Who wants to be on
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one
In this world

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

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

I wonder you die do you hear harps and bagpipes
If you born on the other of the crack pipe
Niggas learn math just to understand the price
drive in head first like the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you can't belly flop
If you wanna make the noise your belly stop
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 even one
Cause we all going just like the sub prime
Or a cheap ass half gallon of
But hopping over gates to escape is
Then through the alley way and to the sub line
Tales from the
A life of high
To it to the bottom
Such a high

I was late 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 this crazy