Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
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 like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
I'm am ace when 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 chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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 fluid when you rhyme, halftime

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It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there an army that could strike 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 cassettes, I flex like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my little 'cause I thought 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 watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
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 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 the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

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I got it on, even 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 blast the herb, 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
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the 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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