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 rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' Sheek Louch

The narcotics is far garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is 'cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it

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

Parole holes, six 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 keep callin' ya
keep ballin' fosho, we want more
We make it rain the tech 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 my projects should undergo therapy
We voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

Guns imported from
Wheel and shit bags
Peach and pretty scalpels

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

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

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

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

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

To see Baltimore this cock
I know most of y'all understand
Get it,
Yeah, some niggas 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 whip a nigga I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up ass

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

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