Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
poetic, too much 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 dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was 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 it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I react never calmly on a hype
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 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, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the 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 watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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 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 place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, 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 can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime