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

it out.
When I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my to buy beers,
And watch a flick, illin and for the villain, huh.
Plus, every morning, I go out and it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the for phillies.
After blessed by the herb's essence
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
That's I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
lubrication, lifestyle protection.
Picking up my stereo's remote control,
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to mellow, rock, well, acapella rhymes'll
Make me richer a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to 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 off a forty top, yeah.

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

Right, right, what up niggaz, how y'all? Nasty, the villain.
I'm still rhymes, but besides that I'm chillin'.
I'm to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a couldn't beat a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims free the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, to many places.
As a kid, when I would say that out of town, niggas us,
But now I know the time, got a mind.
Plus control a nine, fine, see, now I mine.
I'm new on the rap scene, brothers 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 like I'm on the north interstate.
Never plan to stop, I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot 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 the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck shit so much, the microphone a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
at any jam, I couldn't 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, shit was greasy, fat Paul, know what I'm saying?
But it, you gotta another verse for me?
I want you to kick it, you know I'm saying?
Kick that from the projects