Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I 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, dose 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 know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

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like that, you know it's like 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 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
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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 professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my 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, more for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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