Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the 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 that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that 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 like that, you know it's 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 calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I 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 known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas 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
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
when I blast the herb, that's my word
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
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
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 extra mouth I feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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