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

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

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

You know, we be the boys the grave yard shift
Big Bubbles, the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the with the AR 5th
And we ball plentys of parties 'cuz we start shit

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

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

To slow us up, they hit us dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the
hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and B

imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and bags
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
stuck to the project floors
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 work the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin'

Empty out the whole 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 at the drop of a dime
Just imagine I do for a quarter
no tellin' what I do for a dollar

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

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

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

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

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