Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place 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 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

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It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army could strike back
So I never calmly 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 sets, Nas will catch wreck
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, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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 professional and no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the entree and lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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