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
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the 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, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

halftime

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an 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
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab 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 niggas than in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas 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 going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that 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 my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't 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, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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