Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to 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 a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
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 a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
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 calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
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 to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like 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 known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

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

It's halftime