Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And a damn thing 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

halftime

It's like that, you know it's 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 track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas 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 baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't 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 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 of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on 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 I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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