Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
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

halftime

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
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 like cassettes, I flex 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 kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I 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 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 and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
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 on, even flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime