Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn
I like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G.
Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek
The narcotics is far from
Whether cold or it's late August
My shit is cuz I catch the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it
You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard
Big bundles, our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff
My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R.
And we barred from of parties cuz we start shit
hoes, six months in the box
My little got her head shaved off
She made it home shop
We cartons, Pampers, Similac formula
Anything it take because the paper calling ya
Gangstas keep balling for sure, we want
We it rain from the tech and wop
The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough for us
To slow us up, they hit us with
Then they rush, bust, my big man break the cuffs
Three-hundred pound nigga, has to fuck him up
They say that my projects undergo therapy
We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and B.

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

[Beanie
It's the Street Bully and the Killah with no face
My mack bullets like tequila with no chase
My knifework like a sword cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa swarm something
Bzzz, out the whole clip then reload
Shotgun barrel it smoking 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 drop of a
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 like the father
He come from these nuts I got
Or see suck this cock
I know most of y'all understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and some niggaz
some niggaz kill, and some niggaz don't
You'se a fake until you make it of nigga
I'm a straight up take it of nigga
Pistol a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most dudes is fags
Put the guard on punks, push the broom up ass
Or the knife American meat
American Sig', Muslim, so I ain't feeling Bush overseas
I think the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you have to cut me out the track
like
I can't stop, won't stop, how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my swap in (Yeah nigga)

[Solomon
Guns from Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
Peach and pretty scapals
Renaissance, I'll stick a pick in ya gut at the
Or blow a nigga for a box of
Cop with a box of dummies
Gummies, to the project floors
is suited up and we ready for war