Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream
But it was time to ride on some niggas funny
If too much talking
We make em
Real rap, no tale spinning, such is the of a
pilot
We wilin' out of control until we all the funny papers like Comic-Con
in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
Find one to occupy
I hope for the best
I a nigga would
around and walk away
I wish a nigga
Listen to my instincts and say the rest
But once you've had the best better as good
Weak heartedness cannot be
to the script, nigga, fuck your improv
Like the
The street's Hammurabi
Play your part, shut the up, and do as I was told

I was always for the bus
once can I be on time
Then I start to think what's the
Who to be on time
Feeling and if I ever got lucky it was one time
In this crazy

Not a I fear besides fear itself
This is clearly a lesson learned for else
Reach for the crown of thorns the shelf
Cross my neck
I've been taught by
Capture moment in time, it's a smash and grab
And where my people y'all finna have a blast
You say goodbye, I say first and last
Hello hello, Now all of y'all elevate your
To an example of time will do to you
When those nameless just keep on eluding you
shit is new to you and lies is true to you
Words of suspects-usual, coming to you
Man, I guess if I was ever it was one time
I went missing looking for the sublime
A stayed low, left the ladder unclimbed
after time, verse blank, the line un-rhymed

You ever wonder the big fuss
For be on time
the big deal, why do they feel
The need to have us on line
Feeling unlucky and if I'd ever got lucky it was one
In this world

I wonder when you die do you harps and bagpipes
If you born on the other side of the pipe
Niggas math just to understand the crack price
Then drive in head like the jack knife
Cause out here, yo you niggas can't belly
If you wanna make the noise your belly stop
One time means being on the front
Being on the front line ducking one time
The pendulum swinging my way, couldn't be more
Niggas talk to the Not even one time
we all going down just like the sub prime
Or a cheap ass gallon of Ballantine
But over gates to escape is sublime
through the alley way and down to the sub line
Tales the streets
A life of high
To it to the bottom
Such a climb

I was late for the bus
once can I be on time
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