Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is giving me
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 show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there an army that could strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
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
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 than in the ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches 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 and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And time 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 rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and 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 can't come
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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