Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

halftime

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that 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 kills for phone
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the 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 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 switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
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, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters 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 can't
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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