Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
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 catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
and braver, I pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a thing 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, it's

It's

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
I attack, there ain't an army that 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 like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks 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 grab the mic's in the and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of 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 miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches 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 near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

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

It's halftime