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 Louch

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

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard
Big Bubbles, the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the 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, Similac

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

To us up, they hit us with dusk
Then rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
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

Guns imported Dubra
Wheel and shit bags
Peach Snapples and pretty

I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the
I'll blow a nigga for a box of
Cop killers a box of dummies
Dummies to the project floors
Niggas is up and be ready for war

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

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

I a nigga at the drop of a dime
imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I do for a

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

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

You's a fake it 'til you make it a nigga
I'm a straight up it type a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of dudes 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' Bush
I think the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the

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