Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.A.R.S.)

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Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the grindin the packet,
I'm a Ryder, If there's drama, I'm the Ratchet
And You find me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 ago I was Movin like 10 a Week,
You just a man, Tryin settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to hold the now,
You moved away from the hood, I'm in the now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus how the metal sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I ain't scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain't there,
And I never feared nuttin 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 to God like 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 I'm a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the record You Did,
And made more off the record than You Did,
So You did somethin for you doofus,
I'm to sick for, any nigga 2 lips,
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I to slick,
You got a few hits and a couple fans,
And I could get you bodied for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, attempts I had a man,
But I could knuckle man, and knock you out with a hands,
Every bar I spit raw like a grams,
You the Hustla, But show you how to hustle man!

[Da
Look, I'm a this 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 if it's war,
You the type'a boy never come outside if it's war,
So, you a nut to me, You know you fuck with me,
And you was locked 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 cause you beat the case luckily!
But You tough as me,
I'll burn You a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You'll the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke weed 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 knows even goons get the ghost,
Yea, I believe in but I'll still squeeze a pipe,
And I don't even need to write, Or the flow,
You niggas know I MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 choices, the or the knife!
And if you think you a hustler, You the one smokin the pipe, Cause 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 worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold then your first shit!