Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a 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

It's

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react 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 relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a 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 to grab the mic's in the park and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas 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 glock
I got to have it, I miss Mr
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 it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

halftime

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits 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 plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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