Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets 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 number a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a thing 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 know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that 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 convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
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
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches like a
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 near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas 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

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my 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 won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime