Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime

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

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another and you might be dead
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 when you rhyme, it's

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It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In stereo sets, Nas will 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 more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is til the microphone dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
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 known like the man
In my place wit the bass and
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
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 rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I 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 bitches up at Jay and hit a matinee
Putting 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 shot
I won't plant seeds, need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

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