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?) Kick 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 love it, 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 where I got the 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 stay mellow, rock, well, acapella
Make me than a slipper made Cinderella, fella.
Go get crew, Hobbes, I'm prepared to bomb troops.
Got who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
When I was ten, I was a shorty wop,
Known for microphones and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

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

Right, right, what up niggaz, how It's Nasty, the villain.
I'm still writin' rhymes, but that I'm chillin'.
I'm trying to get this money, God, you the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't a rhyme.
Niggas catching three to nines, Muslims yelling the mind,
And I'm from Queensbridge, to many places.
As a kid, I would say that out of town, niggas chased 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 like I'm on the north interstate.
plan to stop, when I write my hand is hot,
And expand a lot from the to Camelot.
The parlayer, I'll make ya bop, Pah.
I a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car.
day to night, I play the mic, and you'll thank God.
I wreck so much, the microphone need a paint job.
My is incarcerated.
Live at any jam, I count all the parks I raided.
I a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand.
I eleven 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 time for mind, one time.

Yo, ninety-two to ninety-nine.

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