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 goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek

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

You know, we be the boys the grave yard shift
Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the spliff
My man out the whip with 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 for shop
We Carters, Pampers, Similac formula

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

To slow us up, hit us with dusk
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 jazz and bags
Snapples and pretty scalpels

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

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the with no Face
My mac bullets burn 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 in the pulpit

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

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

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

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

Or the knife like me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' overseas
I think with the of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any is the anthem

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