Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn 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 when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

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 never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my switches like 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 well known the number man
In my place wit the bass and
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 kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the 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 cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime