Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

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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 strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
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 thought niggas understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to it, I miss 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
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits 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 feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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