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, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too 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 place that is giving me
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a a strange show 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 never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike 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 like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
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 than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's 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 more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to have it, I miss Mr
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 like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and 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 rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'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
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
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 I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime