Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
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 cassettes, I flex like 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 jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
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 load 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 niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus 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 entree and lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime