Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to 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 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, dose and you might be dead
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 was born 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 that could strike
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will 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, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to 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 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 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 wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

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I got it going on, even 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, 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 it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't come
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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