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 there's drama, I'm the Ratchet
And You could me In traffic, I'm in the streets,
10 ago I was Movin like 10 a Week,
You just a man, Tryin settle down,
You on parole, So you scared to the metal now,
You away from the hood, I'm in the ghetto now,
Yea, I grip pipes, I jus like how the 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 never feared but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain't do but Hide,
But Fuck it, I'm a Ride, I Mite startin the H,
I rap Cats 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 I'm a Hustla Stupid,
Cause Jay Made more off the 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 could probly get you for a couple grand,
I caught a murder, attempts I had a man,
But I knuckle man, and knock you out with a couple 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 ride if war,
But You the type of boy that'll hide if war,
You the type'a boy never come outside if it's war,
So, you a nut to me, You know you can't with me,
And BARS you was locked up on 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,
burn 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 schooled by the folks,
I was showed the ropes by the cats was holdin toast,
Lords knows even get the holy ghost,
Yea, I believe in christ but still squeeze a pipe,
And I don't even need to write, Or the flow,
You know I ain't MURDA FLUKE or Cysi-Ro!
I'm way sicker yo, So who 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 never sold no in you life, Trust me!
You must be given money away if you got 20 all doin 20 a day!
You ain't worth shit, You went gold on your first disc,
And I'm a Hustla sold then your first shit!