Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
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 Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
I'm am ace when I face 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 thing gonna
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will 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, wear jewels to run it
Wit more kicks 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 mic's in the 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 more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load 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
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known 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 fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra I can't feed
extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime