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

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

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

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

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

Anything ya because the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters keep 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, they hit us dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to him up
They say that my projects should therapy
We never voted, we for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and bags
Peach Snapples and scalpels

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

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

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

I kill a at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a
no tellin' what I do for a dollar

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

You's a fake it 'til you make it a nigga
I'm a straight up take it a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I 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 American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' overseas
I think with the 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 won't
This how we do it from Philly to