Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
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 face the
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn 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 fluid when you rhyme, halftime

halftime

It's that, you know 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
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit kicks than 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 the mic's in the park and
my little raps 'cause 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 C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I 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
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 ain't all
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that 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 for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime