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 streets a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
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 giving me
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

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It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch 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 more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
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 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 glock clips
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 of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
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 Phillie change, more cash for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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