Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.A.R.S.)

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Yea, You a Performer, I was on the corner grindin 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 man, Tryin settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to hold the now,
You moved away from the hood, I'm in the now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus like how the sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I never scared,
How the You run Philly and You ain't never there,
And I ain't never nuttin but god,
You to jail, came home and ain't do nuttin but Hide,
But it, I'm a Ride, I Mite startin sparkin the H,
I send rap Cats to God Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put another on your face,
But the 5 Clap, You ain't gone Survive that!

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

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Look, I'm a this guy an aplause,
But It's alota lies in 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 that'll if it's war,
You the type'a boy that never come 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 cause you the case luckily!
But You ain't as me,
burn You like a dutch-a-tree!

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