Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
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
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that 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 know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react 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 like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will 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 than a baby in a 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 the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to it, I miss 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
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I 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 John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime