Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to cause mass

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 the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
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 like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the 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 miss Mr
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 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 time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, even 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at 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 near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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