Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like 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 face the
40 is the place 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 ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
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 cassettes, I flex like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to 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 more niggas than in the 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
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 trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when 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
Putting on 5-0
Cause when 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 can't
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime