Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without 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
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might 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 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 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 never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
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 jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more 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 style switches 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 known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial 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, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs 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 it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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