Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
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 face the
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 that excite the
And ain't' a damn thing 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 fluid 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 could 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 will wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in of more 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 professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick 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, this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when 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 plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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