Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna 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 when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your sets, Nas will 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 drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a 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 scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I 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 of the man, you can't near it, understand
in the streets, I'm well 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 niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
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, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime