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 couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
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 the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
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 that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
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 will 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 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 to grab the mic's in the park and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I to watch 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 of the man, you can't near it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number 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 rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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