Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that 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 fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I react 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 cassettes, I flex like 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 jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park 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 more niggas than in the slave
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
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 can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause I blast 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 John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I 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 plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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