Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a a strange show 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 like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I react never on a hype 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 your stereo sets, Nas 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 kicks than a baby 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 scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 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 slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
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 like the man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

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

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