Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

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It's like that, you know 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
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
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 the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
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 the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
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 mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime