Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

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

halftime

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I react never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's 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 to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
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