Luyện nghe bài hát Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers

Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn
I stack a dollar like a rack of canned goods
jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek

The is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is 'cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin Bubble and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the clockin' the grave yard shift
Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, the lazar spliff
My man out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys of parties 'cuz we start

Parole holes, six in the box
My little sister got her shaved off
She made it home for
We sellin' Carters, Pampers, formula

ya take because the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters ballin' fosho, we want more
We make it from the tech and the wop
The next coroner don't have enough cups for us

To slow us up, hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will the cuffs
Three pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

Guns from Dubra
Wheel jazz and shit
Peach Snapples and pretty

I'll stick a in yo gut at the chapel
blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of
Dummies stuck to the project
Niggas is suited up and be for war

the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac burn like tequila with no chase
My knife like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm,

out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel you smokin' like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all that bullshit
The casket, the hearse, and the in the pulpit

I kill a nigga at the of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a
Ain't no tellin' I do for a dollar

Pop a nigga right in of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his
And I'm like a father
Couldn't come from these I got

To see Baltimore suck cock
I know of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it,
Yeah, some niggas and some niggas won't
Like some kill and some niggas don't

You's a fake it 'til you it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a
whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I'm on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the on pumps, push the broom up they ass

Or the knife like American me, American is Muslim
So I ain't Bush overseas
I with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the

You gonna have to cut me out the track like
I can't stop stop
This how we do it from to Shaolin