Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
I start 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 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 wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing 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 you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
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 like sex
In your sets, Nas will 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
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little 'cause I thought 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 to watch 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 professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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