Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause 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 a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And a damn thing 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

halftime

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 never calmly on a hype
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 flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
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 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 watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style 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 known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag up at John 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 near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth 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

still halftime