Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to cause hysteria

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
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 giving me
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn 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 fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

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It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I 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 and that's 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 wit the bass and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, even 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
extra Phillie 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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