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 find me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 Years ago I was like 10 a Week,
You just a family man, settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to hold the now,
You moved away 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 never feared nuttin but god,
You went to jail, home and ain't do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I Mite startin the H,
I send rap to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put another 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 off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the than You Did,
So You did for nuthin you doofus,
I'm to sick for, any with 2 lips,
And 1 tongue in his mouth, I to slick,
You only got a few hits and a fans,
And I could probly get you bodied for a grand,
I caught a murder, I had a couple man,
But I could knuckle man, and you out with a couple hands,
Every bar I spit raw like a 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 alota lies in of his BARS,
Cause I'm a hustla, I Pies of the Raw,
Plus, the hustla gon if it's war,
But You the type of boy that'll hide if war,
You the type'a boy that never come 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 want 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,
I'll You like a dutch-a-tree!

You a snitch, You a rat, You a sing, You'll the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke till I'm comatose,
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats 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 need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas know I MURDA 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 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 away if you got 20 strips all doin 20 a day!
Cause You worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less then your shit!