Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
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 catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a thing 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 fluid when you rhyme, it's

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like that, you know 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 never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone 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 relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
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 professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and 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 biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

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

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