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

Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned
jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot, 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 little cousin Bubble and carry a couple oxes
Keep a 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 plentys of parties 'cuz we start shit

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

Anything ya take the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters keep ballin' fosho, we more
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 dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to him up
say that my projects should undergo therapy
We voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

Guns imported Dubra
Wheel and shit 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 killers a box of dummies
stuck to the project floors
Niggas is up and be ready for war

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

Empty out the whole and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you like a broke 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
imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no 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 from nuts I got

To see Baltimore suck cock
I most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it,
Yeah, some niggas and some niggas won't
Like some niggas and some niggas don't

a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
I'm a up take it type 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 like American me, American is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' 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 can't stop won't
This how we do it Philly to Shaolin