Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
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 like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army 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 like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas 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 jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more than 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 grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
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 rhyme rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime