Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

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

halftime

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an 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 phone
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 jewels to run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought 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 to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock 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 can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
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 hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime