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

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

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

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

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

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

To slow us up, they hit us with
Then rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to him up
They say my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and B

Guns imported Dubra
Wheel and shit bags
Peach Snapples and scalpels

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

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

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

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

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

To see suck this cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't
Get it,
Yeah, niggas will and some niggas won't
Like 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 'til I it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up ass

Or the knife American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' 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