Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there an army that could strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
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 kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking 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 Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
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 well known like the man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas 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 like when the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing 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 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 cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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