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

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

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

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

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

Anything ya because the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters keep fosho, we want more
We make it rain the tech and the wop
The coroner priests don't have 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 nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects undergo therapy
We voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

Guns imported from
Wheel jazz and shit
Snapples and pretty scalpels

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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