Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
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 like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike 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 kills for time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 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 exercise til the dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought niggas understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
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 like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see niggas say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
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 hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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