Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And a damn 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

halftime

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that could 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 flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my switches like 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 I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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