Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a a strange 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, it's

It's

like 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 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 catch
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 a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the 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 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I 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
These are the 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 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 rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
when 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 bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime