Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
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 when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

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 back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
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 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 Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm like when 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
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime