Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a thing 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 when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a 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 your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks 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 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't 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 time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying 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
Putting 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 foul cop who shot
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime