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 to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange 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

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It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more than a baby 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 in the park and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
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 have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches 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 can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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

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