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 start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
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 the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder 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 it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army could strike back
So I react calmly 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 like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
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
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss 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 near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be them 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
Putting on 5-0
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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