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

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

The narcotics is far from garbage, whether cold or it's late August
My is fresh 'cuz I catch 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 clockin' the grave yard
Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar
My man out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys of 'cuz we start shit

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

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

To us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron break the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to him up
They say that my projects undergo therapy
We voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and bags
Snapples and pretty scalpels

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

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

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

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

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

To see Baltimore suck cock
I know of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it,
Yeah, niggas will and some niggas won't
Like some kill and some 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 hard on chumps, most of these is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the up they ass

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

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