Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
I start to front, matter 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 like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And a damn thing 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 fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
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 phone
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 jewels to run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't
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 glock
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't 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 time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

halftime

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when 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 up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the 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 Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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