Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
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, another dose and you might be
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

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like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict 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 and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss 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
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 bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

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I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag up at John 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 can't come near
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
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime