Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky homicide
But it was time to ride on niggas funny talking
If too much money
We make em
Real rap, no spinning, such is the life of a
pilot
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 streets
Find another one to
I never hope for the
I a nigga would
Turn and walk away
I wish a could
Listen to my and say fuck the rest
But once you've had the better ain't as good
Weak cannot be involved
to the script, nigga, fuck your improv
Like the
The Hammurabi Code
your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

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

Not a thing I fear besides itself
This is clearly a lesson learned for else
Reach for the crown of thorns the shelf
Cross around my
I've taught by stealth
this moment in time, it's a smash and grab
And where my party people y'all finna have a
You say goodbye, I say hello first and
hello, Now all of y'all elevate your glass
To an example of what time do to you
When those nameless things keep on eluding you
shit is new to you and lies is true to you
Words of suspects-usual, though to you
Man, I guess if I was ever it was one time
Then I went 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
the big deal, why do they feel
The need to have us marching on
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 on the other side of the crack pipe
Niggas learn math just to the crack price
Then in head first like the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you can't belly flop
If you make the noise inside your belly stop
One time means being on the line
Being on the front line means ducking one
The swinging my way, couldn't be more blind
Niggas talk to the Not even one time
Cause we all going down just the sub prime
Or a cheap ass half gallon of
But over gates to escape is sublime
Then through the way and down to the sub line
Tales from the
A life of high
To it to the bottom
Such a high

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
unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one time
In this crazy