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 find 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 to hold the metal now,
You away 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 ain't there,
And I ain't never feared 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 send rap Cats to God Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain't gone that!

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

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Look, I'm a this guy an aplause,
But alota 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 of boy that'll 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 with me,
And BARS you was locked up on 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 You like a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, hold 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 still squeeze a pipe,
And I don't even need to write, Or the flow,
You know I ain't MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be 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 be given money away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain't worth shit, You went gold on first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less then your shit!