Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in 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 catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing 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 fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that 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 who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
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 in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches 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,
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled 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 on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree 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 wait for God wit the
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 mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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