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 there's drama, I'm Palmin the
And You could me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 Years ago I was like 10 a Week,
You just a family man, settle down,
You on parole, So you to hold the metal now,
You moved away the hood, I'm in the ghetto now,
Yea, I pipes, I jus like how the metal sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I never scared,
How the Fuck You run and You ain't never there,
And I ain't never feared but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain't do but Hide,
But it, I'm a Ride, I Mite startin sparkin the H,
I send rap Cats to God Mase,
And the car accident, I'll put another scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain't Survive that!

Oh, You ruthless? The I'm a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made 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 with 2 lips,
And 1 in his mouth, I talk to slick,
You only got a few and a couple fans,
And I could probly get you bodied for a grand,
I caught a murder, I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and you out with a couple hands,
bar I spit raw like a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But show you how to hustle man!

[Da
Look, I'm a this guy an aplause,
But It's lies in alot of his BARS,
I'm a hustla, I sold Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon if it's war,
But You the type of boy that'll hide if 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 you was locked up on protective custody,
You like my son, but I don't custody!
You a mut to me, I'm a Pit, And You a pup to me,
You in the street you beat 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, You'll the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke till I'm comatose,
I by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the that was holdin toast,
Lords knows even goons get the ghost,
Yea, I believe in but I'll still squeeze a pipe,
And I don't even need to write, Or the flow,
You niggas 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, then You the one smokin the pipe, Cause you ain't sold no coke in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money away if you got 20 strips all 20 a day!
You ain't worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less then first shit!