Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.A.R.S.)

[Da
Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner 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 family man, Tryin down,
You on parole, So you scared to hold the now,
You moved from the hood, I'm in the ghetto now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus how the metal 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 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, put another scar on your face,
But when the 5 Clap, You ain't Survive that!

Oh, You ruthless? The I'm a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the record You Did,
And Swizz 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 hits and a fans,
And I probly get you bodied for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, I had a couple 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 I'll show you how to man!

[Da
Look, I'm a this guy an aplause,
But It's alota lies in of his BARS,
Cause I'm a hustla, I sold of the Raw,
Plus, the gon ride if it's war,
But You the type of boy hide if it's war,
You the boy that never come outside 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 the case luckily!
But You ain't as me,
burn You like a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You'll the note,
I sold the coke, or weed till I'm comatose,
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the folks,
I was showed the by the cats that was holdin toast,
Lords knows even get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but I'll squeeze a pipe,
And I don't need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas know I ain't FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way yo, So who ever supposed to be nice get 2 choices, the toast or the knife!
And if you you a hustler, then 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 ain't worth shit, You gold on your first disc,
And I'm a sold less then your first shit!