Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the streets 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 like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face 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 excite the feds
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 when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

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 that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I 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
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
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 next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on 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 them 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
hits on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime