Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.A.R.S.)

[Da
Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the grindin 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 a family 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 grip pipes, I jus like how the sound,
I got the now, Nigga, I ain't never scared,
How the You run Philly and You ain't 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 Mite startin the H,
I rap Cats to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, put another scar on your face,
But the 5 Clap, You ain't gone Survive that!

Oh, You The record I'm a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made 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 only got a few 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,
bar I spit raw like 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 alota in alot of his BARS,
I'm a hustla, I sold Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the gon ride if it's war,
But You the type of boy that'll hide if war,
You the type'a boy that come 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 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,
burn You like a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You'll the note,
I the coke, or smoke weed till I'm comatose,
I by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats was holdin toast,
Lords knows even get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but still squeeze a pipe,
And I even need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas know I ain't MURDA 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 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 on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less your first shit!