Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's that, you know it's like 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 convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In stereo sets, Nas will 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, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
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 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 front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
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 lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my 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 plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, 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

It's halftime