Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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 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 on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
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 to never run it
Wit kicks 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 grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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 near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number 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 niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

halftime

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half 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 them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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