Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

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 without a ton of
That's like Malcolm X catching the Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born the game?
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 it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an that could strike back
So I react never 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 cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more 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 the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the 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 like 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 near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and 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 going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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