Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I take out my
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 catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the place that is me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when 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, ain't an army that could 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 for phone time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas 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, jewels to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone 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 niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in of more niggas than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
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 lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or Sparkton
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't 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 extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime