Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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 get the mic back
When I attack, there 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 cassettes, I flex like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
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 thought niggas understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme 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 like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, 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
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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