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 for your mind, one time.)
(Hey yo, Nas. (Whattup, Paul?) Kick fuckin' rhyme.)

it out.
When I'm chilling, I the Buddha, get my crew 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 a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
I'm to my rest, ten minutes, some odd seconds.
where I got the honey at, spends the night for sexing,
Cheap lubrication, protection.
Picking up my remote control, quickly;
Ron G's in the cassette deck, the shit, G.
I try to stay mellow, rock, well, rhymes'll
Make me richer than a made Cinderella, fella.
Go get your crew, Hobbes, I'm to bomb troops.
Got who's born, I shot my way out my mom dukes.
I was ten, I was a hip-hoppin shorty wop,
Known for microphones and twisting off a forty top, yeah.

Nas (LP)]
(One time for mind, one time.)
Yeah, whatever.
(One for your mind, one time.)
It clever.
(Hey, yo, Nas, that, man, that shit was fat)
(But kick that for them gangstas, man, 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 know the 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 to nines, Muslims yelling free the mind,
And I'm Queensbridge, been 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,) dark drinker, the thinker.
My pen the paper, it even has blinkers.
Think dim the lights then inhale, it stimulates.
Floating I'm on the north ninety-five interstate.
Never plan to stop, when I my hand is hot,
And a lot from the wiz' to Camelot.
The parlayer, make ya heads bop, Pah.
I shine a light on perpetrators, a cop's car.
From day to night, I play the mic, and 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 for your mind, one time.

Yeah, whatever.

One time for mind, one time.

Yo, from to ninety-nine.

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