Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

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It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I react calmly on a hype track
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 will 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 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 dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the 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 than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

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I got it going on, even 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the 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 my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Down, enough props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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