Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.A.R.S.)

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Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner the packet,
I'm a Ryder, If there's drama, I'm Palmin the
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 to hold the metal now,
You moved away 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 Fuck You run Philly and You ain't there,
And I ain't never nuttin but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain't do but Hide,
But it, I'm a Ride, I Mite startin 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 gone that!

Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Stupid,
Jay Made more 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 nigga 2 lips,
And 1 in his mouth, I talk to slick,
You only got a few and a couple fans,
And I could get you bodied for a couple grand,
I a murder, attempts 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 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 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 outside if war,
So, you a nut to me, You you can't 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 street cause you beat the luckily!
But You ain't 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 weed till I'm comatose,
I live by the rules, I was by the older folks,
I was showed the by the cats that was holdin toast,
Lords knows goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but still squeeze a pipe,
And I even need to write, Or switch the flow,
You niggas I ain't 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, then You the one smokin the pipe, Cause you ain't 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 ain't worth shit, You gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less your first shit!