Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I start to front, 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 when I the bass
40 side is the place that is giving me
Now wait, another and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic 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 it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
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 stereo sets, Nas 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 jewels, wear jewels to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to 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 more niggas than in the slave
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
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm like when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
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 cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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