Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like X catching the Jungle 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 Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's like
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
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 sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my little '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 glock clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches 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 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 rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus 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 entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when my time 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 need an mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime