Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to cause mass

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

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It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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