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 like 10 a Week,
You a family man, Tryin settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to the metal now,
You moved away from the hood, I'm in the now,
Yea, I pipes, I jus like how the metal sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I ain't scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You never 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 rap Cats to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, put another scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You gone Survive that!

Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the than You Did,
So You did for nuthin 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,
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 alota 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 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 with me,
And BARS you was up on protective custody,
You like my son, but I want custody!
You a mut to me, I'm a Pit, And You a pup to me,
You in the street cause you beat the luckily!
But You ain't 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 live by the rules, I was by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats that was toast,
Lords even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I in christ but I'll still squeeze a pipe,
And I don't even to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas I ain't MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who 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 sold no coke in you life, 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 your disc,
And I'm a Hustla less then your first shit!