Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to cause 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
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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 it's like
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict 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, wear jewels to run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't seeds, don't need 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, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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