Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Good evening and gentleman, this is Ryan Depressed
Out here at the Grand Hustle, Grand Hustle album party
For some guy, I have no idea who the this nigga is
But it's gon get me closer to T.I., so I I gotta do it
Matter fact, here he come here
man, what's ya name man
I ask ya how big ya was
I'm just who are you
Oh okay cool, so um what's on
Wait, what's your name again, big,
I'll just you T.I. friend
Aye this out T.I. friend
T.I. friend, how can I get wit T.I.,
You don't no one gives a fuck, about you
Man gon take yo ass in there, gon wit ya little show ya finna do
bitch is packed though
Goddamn you got a lot of at this motherfucker
You must have done told 'em you T.I.,
You done put out a myspace flash, say hey T.I. gon be here
Where T.I. at? he here, what?
This all for you, I don't believe this
I'mma have to go in here to see this shit
You have to show me playa, a believer out of me
Show me it's turn to eat
no dick ridin' money makin' killers here
I'm gon keep on killin' shit a nigga get a mill
Niggas talkin' down mayne, say that he ain't the
Come to the underground, you see slaves walkin' out
we supplyin' them, bird watchers eyein' em
Haters what we iron em, snitches we them
Ain't fly as him, I'm picture perfect like HD film
Big homie, yeah that be him, niggas try to copy, that be them
My swag rollin' off through they ears, I'm so when it come this here
My fans that a gangsta here, real life, trapper
These niggas ain't gangsta, they be best rapper
They ain't nothin' but microphone, when a real nigga tryna get the grind up
Nigga talk shit clapped up, yeah the trap'll sound like a audience
You already you ain't hard to hit, show me you fake, you outta here
When it come to the streets my heart is here, on the stage where they me at
Look at the arenas gettin' pack, security, they ain't back
Cause the cocaine I'm spittin'
Damn dawg, there was tight as shit mayne
Nigga you is the next to eat nigga
I ain't you I rap did I?