Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I 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 like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And a damn thing 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 fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army 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 like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
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 thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
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 and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause it's my time 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 shot
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, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime