Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Good evening ladies and gentleman, is Ryan Depressed
Out here at the Hustle, Grand Hustle album release party
For some guy, I 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, he come right here
man, what's ya name man
I ask ya how big ya was
I'm sayin' who are you
Oh okay cool, so um what's on
Wait, what's your again, big, what
I'll call you T.I. friend
Aye this out T.I. friend
T.I. friend, how can I get wit T.I.,
You don't realize no one gives a fuck, you
Man gon take yo ass in there, gon head wit ya show ya finna do
bitch is packed though
Goddamn you got a lot of people at motherfucker
You must done told 'em you know T.I.,
You done put out a myspace flash, that say hey T.I. gon be
T.I. at? he ain't here, what?
This all for you, I don't this shit
have to go in here myself to see this shit
You to show 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 shit until a nigga get a mill
Niggas talkin' mayne, say that he ain't the south
Come to the underground, you see them walkin' out
Bricks we supplyin' them, watchers eyein' em
Haters what we em, snitches we retire them
Ain't nobody fly as him, I'm 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 it come this here
My happy that a gangsta here, real life, trapper
niggas ain't gangsta, they wanna be best rapper
They life ain't but microphone, when a real nigga tryna get the grind up
Nigga shit gettin' clapped up, yeah the trap'll sound like a audience
You already know you ain't hard to hit, show me you fake, you outta
When it come to the streets my heart is here, on the stage they want me at
Look at the gettin' pack, security, they ain't movin' back
the cocaine I'm spittin' that
Damn dawg, that there was tight as shit
Nigga you is the next to eat nigga
I ain't you I rap did I?