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 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, settle down,
You on parole, So you to hold the metal now,
You moved from the hood, I'm in the ghetto now,
Yea, I pipes, I jus like how the metal sound,
I got the metal now, Nigga, I ain't scared,
How the You run Philly and You ain't never there,
And I ain't feared 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 rap Cats to God like Mase,
And the car accident, I'll put another scar on your face,
But the 5 Clap, You ain't gone Survive that!

Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Stupid,
Cause Jay more off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made 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 only got a few hits and a fans,
And I probly 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,
Every bar I raw like a couple grams,
You the Hustla, But I'll you how to hustle man!

[Da
Look, I'm a this guy an aplause,
But alota lies in alot of his BARS,
I'm a hustla, I sold Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon ride if war,
But You the type of boy that'll 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 my son, but I don't 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 tough as me,
I'll 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 live by the rules, I was by the older folks,
I was showed the ropes by the that was holdin toast,
knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in but I'll still squeeze a pipe,
And I don't need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas know I ain't MURDA or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who ever supposed to be 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 no coke in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You ain't worth shit, You went gold on your disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less then your shit!