Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
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 without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange show the mic 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 that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I react never calmly on a 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 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 jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock 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 and that's 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 place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever 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 on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs 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
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 hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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