Luyện nghe bài hát One Time

Yo, the spirit in the sky homicide
But it was time to ride on some funny talking
If too much talking
We em economize
Real rap, no tale spinning, such is the of a
Kam-I-Ka-Ze
We wilin' out of control until we all make the funny papers Comic-Con
Feared in all streets so, if you ever see me out in streets
Find one to occupy
I hope for the best
I wish a nigga
Turn and walk away
I wish a could
Listen to my instincts and say fuck the
But you've had the best better ain't as good
heartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck improv
Like the
The street's Code
your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

I was late for the bus
Just can I be on time
Then I to think what's the rush
Who to be on time
Feeling unlucky and if I ever got it was one time
In this world

Not a thing I besides fear itself
This is a lesson learned for someone else
Reach for the of thorns upon the shelf
around my neck
I've taught by stealth
Capture this moment in time, it's a and grab
And where my party people finna have a blast
You say goodbye, I say hello first and
Hello hello, Now all of y'all elevate glass
To an of what time will do to you
When those nameless things just on eluding you
When shit is new to you and lies is to you
of suspects-usual, coming though to you
Man, I if I was ever lucky it was one time
Then I went missing for the sublime
A nigga stayed low, left the unclimbed
Time after time, verse blank, the line

You wonder what's the big fuss
For be on time
What's the big deal, why do they
The need to have us marching on
Feeling unlucky and if I'd ever got it was one time
In this crazy

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

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