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 to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And a damn 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 when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I react 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 flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas 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 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 the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in every jam I'm the 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 it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style 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 can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, 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 biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This 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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