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

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

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

holes, six months in the box
My little sister got her shaved off
She made it 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 don't have enough cups for us

To slow us up, they hit us with
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 undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and B

Guns imported Dubra
Wheel jazz and bags
Snapples and pretty scalpels

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

It's the 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 leave you smokin' like a stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the

I kill a nigga at the drop of a
Just imagine what I do for a
Ain't no what I do for a dollar

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

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

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

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

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