Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to 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 like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might 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 the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
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 who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of 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 Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime