Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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

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It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army could strike back
So I react never calmly on a 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 will wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
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
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the 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 hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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