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 the Ratchet
And You could 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 now, Nigga, I ain't never scared,
How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain't there,
And I ain't feared nuttin but god,
You to jail, came home and ain't do nuttin but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I Mite sparkin the H,
I rap Cats to God like Mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put another scar on face,
But when the 5 Clap, You gone Survive that!

Oh, You ruthless? The record I'm a Stupid,
Cause Jay more off the record than You Did,
And Swizz made more off the record You Did,
So You did somethin for 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 and a couple fans,
And I probly get you bodied for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, attempts I had a 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 Give 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 hide if war,
You the type'a boy that come 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 street cause you beat the luckily!
But You ain't as me,
I'll burn You 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 by the cats that was holdin toast,
knows even goons get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but still 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 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, Cause you 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 shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold less then first shit!