Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 Malcolm X catching the 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 dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

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It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 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 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 slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
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 it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number 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 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 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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