Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And a damn thing 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 fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an 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 for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks 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 to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
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,
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the and format
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 a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
That's Phillie change, more cash for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime