Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is 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 damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange the mic wonder 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 that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an 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 convict who kills for 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
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
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 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 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 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 well known the number man
In my place wit the bass and
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

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I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't 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, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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