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 couldn't 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 a number like a pager
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you might be
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 fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you know it's like
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 convict who kills for phone
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
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels to run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
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 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to it, I miss 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 can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm well known the number man
In my wit the bass and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to 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 entree and lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
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 to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't
That's Phillie change, more cash for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime