Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too 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 that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born 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 that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills 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, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is 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 raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the 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 professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or 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
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 seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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