Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
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 when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I 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 jewels, wear 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 to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in of more niggas 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 professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't come
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 change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime