Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.A.R.S.)

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Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner the packet,
I'm a Ryder, If drama, I'm Palmin the Ratchet
And You could me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 Years ago I was Movin 10 a Week,
You just a family man, Tryin down,
You on parole, So you to hold the metal now,
You moved from the hood, I'm in the ghetto now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus how the metal sound,
I got the now, Nigga, I ain't never scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain't there,
And I ain't never nuttin but god,
You to jail, came home and ain't do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I startin sparkin the H,
I rap Cats to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put another scar on face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain't gone that!

Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Stupid,
Cause Jay more off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the than You Did,
So You did somethin for you doofus,
I'm to sick for, any nigga 2 lips,
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I to slick,
You only got a few and a couple fans,
And I could probly get you for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and knock you out a couple hands,
Every bar I raw like a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But I'll show you how to man!

[Da
Look, I'm a Give guy an aplause,
But It's lies in alot of his BARS,
Cause I'm a hustla, I Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon ride if war,
But You the type of boy hide if it's war,
You the type'a boy that never outside if it's war,
So, you a nut to me, You know you can't fuck me,
And BARS you was locked up on custody,
You my son, but I don't want custody!
You a mut to me, I'm a Pit, And You a pup to me,
You in the street cause you the case luckily!
But You tough as me,
I'll burn You a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, hold the note,
I the coke, or smoke weed till I'm comatose,
I by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats was holdin toast,
knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in but I'll still squeeze a pipe,
And I even need to write, Or switch the flow,
You know I ain't MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 choices, the or the knife!
And if you think you a hustler, You the one smokin the pipe, Cause you ain't never sold no coke in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money away if you got 20 all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain't worth shit, You gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less then your shit!