Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Good evening and gentleman, this is Ryan Depressed
Out here at the Grand Hustle, Grand Hustle album party
For guy, I have no idea who the fuck this nigga is
But it's gon get me to T.I., so I guess I gotta do it
Matter fact, here he come right
Wassup man, what's ya man
I ask ya how big ya was
I'm just who are you
Oh okay cool, so um what's on
Wait, your name again, big, what
I'll call you T.I. friend
Aye check this out T.I.
T.I. friend, how can I get wit T.I.,
You don't realize no one gives a fuck, you
Man gon yo ass in there, gon head wit ya little show ya finna do
This bitch is though
Goddamn you got a lot of people at motherfucker
You must have told 'em you know 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 to go in here myself to see this shit
You have to me playa, make a believer out of me
Show me it's your to eat
Ain't no dick ridin' money makin' here
I'm gon keep on killin' until a nigga get a mill
Niggas talkin' down mayne, say that he ain't the
Come to the underground, you see slaves walkin' out
Bricks we them, bird watchers eyein' em
Haters what we iron em, snitches we retire
nobody fly as him, I'm picture perfect like HD film
Big homie, yeah be him, niggas try to copy, well that be them
My swag rollin' off through they ears, I'm so real when it come this
My fans happy that a here, real life, trapper
These niggas ain't gangsta, they wanna be rapper
They life nothin' but microphone, when a real nigga tryna get the grind up
talk shit gettin' 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 to the streets my heart is here, on the stage where they want me at
Look at the arenas pack, security, they ain't movin' back
Cause the cocaine I'm spittin'
Damn dawg, there was tight as shit mayne
you is the next nigga to eat nigga
I tell you I rap did I?