Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too 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 that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
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 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 know it's that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army 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 like cassettes, I flex 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, jewels to never run it
Wit more 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 to grab the mic's in the park and
my little raps '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 to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
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
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
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
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime