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 find 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 scared to the metal 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 now, Nigga, I ain't never scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You 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 to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain't Survive that!

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

[Da
Look, I'm a this guy an aplause,
But It's alota in alot of his BARS,
Cause I'm a hustla, I Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon if it's 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 fuck 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,
burn You like a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, hold the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke till I'm comatose,
I by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks,
I was the ropes by the cats that was holdin toast,
knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I in christ but I'll 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, you ain't never sold no coke in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money away if you got 20 all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain't worth shit, You went gold on first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold then your first shit!