Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You couldn't catch me in the without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a perform a strange 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 like that, you know 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 react never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
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 to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
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 every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of niggas than in the slave ships
I used to C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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