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 ago I was Movin like 10 a Week,
You just a family man, settle down,
You on parole, So you to hold the metal now,
You moved from 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 Philly and You never there,
And I ain't never nuttin but god,
You went to jail, came home and do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I Mite sparkin the H,
I send rap Cats to God Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put another on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain't Survive that!

Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the record You Did,
And Swizz more off the record than You Did,
So You did for nuthin 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 hits and a fans,
And I could probly get you for a couple grand,
I a murder, attempts I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and knock you out a couple hands,
Every bar I spit raw a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But I'll you how to hustle man!

[Da
Look, I'm a Give 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 ride if war,
But You the of boy that'll hide if it's war,
You the boy that never come outside if it's war,
So, you a nut to me, You you can't fuck with me,
And you was locked up on protective 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 cause you beat the case luckily!
But You tough as me,
I'll You like a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You'll the note,
I sold the coke, or weed till I'm comatose,
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the 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 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 ain't never no coke in you life, Trust me!
You must be money away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla less then your first shit!