Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

a blunt, I take 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
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn 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 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 strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock 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 lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the and format
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 rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's 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 can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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