Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I Stack-A-Dollar a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G.
in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far garbage
Whether it's cold or it's August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch the
My little cousin bubble and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it
You know, we be the clocking the graveyard shift
Big bundles, our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff
My man, jumps out the with the A.R. fifth
And we barred plenty of parties cuz we start shit
Parole hoes, six in the box
My little got her head shaved off
She made it from shop
We selling cartons, Pampers, formula
Anything it because the paper keep calling ya
Gangstas keep for sure, we want more
We make it rain the tech and wop
The Lex pouring and the don't have enough cups for us
To slow us up, hit us with dust
they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs
Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to him up
They say that my projects shall therapy
We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and B.

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The ill rap that kill
Destroy but they able to build
Come fuck with the
Coward, better play your
This shit'll lace yo'
Get hit with a dart
And you live this shit to fullest
Or be ready to it
Or be hit with a B. Sig'
The ill rap niggaz kill
Destroy but they able to build
fuck with the real

[Beanie
the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face
My mack bullets burn like with no chase
My knifework a guillotine sword cutting
stop fronting for my Killa Beez swarm something
Bzzz, empty out the whole clip reload
Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a 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 imagine I do for a quarter
no telling what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in of his daughter
And I'm nothing like the
He come from these nuts I got
Or see Baltimore suck cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and some niggaz
Like niggaz kill, and some niggaz don't
a fake until you make it type of nigga
I'm a up take it type of nigga
Pistol whip a nigga I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is
Put the guard on punks, push the broom up ass
Or the knife American meat
Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you have to cut me out the track
cancer
I can't stop, won't stop, how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my swap in (Yeah nigga)

[Solomon
imported from Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
Peach and pretty scapals
Renaissance, stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel
Or blow a for a box of Huggies
Cop with a box of dummies
Gummies, to the project floors
Niggaz is up and we ready for war