Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 is the place 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 a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic 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 like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I react calmly 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 flex sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
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 of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's 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 bass and
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

It's

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

It's halftime