Luyện nghe bài hát One Time 4 Your Mind

Yeah, illmatic, (yeah.)
illmatic, (yeah!)
illmatic, huh.
(Yeah, kick shit.)

(One for your mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
Yo, whatever.
(One time for mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) Kick that 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, morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my to the store for phillies.
After blessed by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's where I got the honey at, spends the for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my stereo's control, quickly;
Ron G's in the deck, rockin' the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me richer a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops.
Got niggaz who's born, I 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 for your mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, fuck that, man, that was fat)
(But kick that for them gangstas, man, 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 this money, God, you know the 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 to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, been to places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
control a nine, fine, see, now I represent mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers never of me,
Yet I'm a meance, yo, want to murder me.
Heine(ken,) drinker, represent the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
I'll dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll ya heads 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 need a 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 contact L's, and max in heaven.

Yo, one for your mind, one time.

It clever.

But one time for mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One for your mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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