Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
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 like a
I'm am ace when I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

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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 could strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
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 to hustle, now all I do is relax 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 stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is 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 I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the 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 switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it,
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's 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 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 mouth I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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