Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number 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 might be
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army 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 convict who kills for phone
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

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

It's halftime