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 drama, I'm Palmin the Ratchet
And You could me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 Years ago I was Movin 10 a Week,
You just a family man, Tryin down,
You on parole, So you scared to the metal now,
You away from the hood, I'm in the ghetto 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 never there,
And I ain't never nuttin but god,
You went to jail, home and ain't do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I Mite 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 gone Survive 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 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 for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and knock you out a couple hands,
bar I spit raw like a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But show you how to hustle man!

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Look, I'm a Give guy an aplause,
But It's lies in alot of his BARS,
Cause I'm a hustla, I sold 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 can't fuck 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 cause 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 that was holdin toast,
knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but I'll squeeze a pipe,
And I don't even need to write, Or the flow,
You niggas know I ain't MURDA or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who ever 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 money away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain't worth shit, You gold on your first disc,
And I'm a sold less then your first shit!