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

Yo, out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I a dollar 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, it's cold or it's late August
My is fresh 'cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin swatches and carry a couple oxes
a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

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

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

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

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

imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and shit
Peach and pretty scalpels

I'll stick a in yo gut at the chapel
I'll blow a for a box of Huggies
Cop with a box of dummies
Dummies to the project floors
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 like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm,

out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel you smokin' 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 what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' I do for a dollar

Pop a nigga right in front of his
Son a right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin' like a
come from these nuts I got

To see suck this cock
I know 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 you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it a nigga
Pistol a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I'm on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the up they ass

Or the knife like American me, Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' Bush
I think with the 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