Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
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

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an 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 who kills for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought 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 C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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 professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
rap and tell 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, the real rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when my time 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 mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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