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

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

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

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

holes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head off
She made it for shop
We Carters, Pampers, Similac formula

Anything ya take because the paper keep ya
Gangsters keep ballin' fosho, we want
We make it rain from the and the wop
The coroner priests 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
hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo
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 in yo gut at the chapel
I'll blow a nigga for a box of
Cop with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project
is suited up and be ready for war

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no
My mac bullets burn tequila with no chase
My knife work the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my bee swarm, somethin'

out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that
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
Ain't no tellin' what I do for a

Pop a nigga in front 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 most of wouldn't understand
Get it,
Yeah, some niggas will and some niggas
Like some kill and some niggas don't

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

Or the knife like American me, American is Muslim
So I feelin' Bush overseas
I with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the

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