Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in 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 couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, dose 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 the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I never 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 cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more 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 in the park and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
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 near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
That's extra 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
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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