Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You catch me in the streets without 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
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know 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 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 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 baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my 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 miss Mr
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 near it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

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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 I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
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 seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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