Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
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
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother's
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I 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 can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be 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

It's

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick 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, that's my
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And can't 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
goes 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