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
jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Living in the Crack Spot, at Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far garbage
Whether cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch the
My little bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the clocking the graveyard shift
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, the lazer spliff
My man, jumps out the whip the A.R. fifth
And we barred from plenty of cuz we start shit
hoes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head off
She it home from shop
We cartons, Pampers, Similac formula
Anything it take because the paper keep ya
Gangstas keep balling for sure, we want
We make it rain the tech and wop
The Lex pouring and the precincts don't enough cups for us
To slow us up, they hit us with
Then rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs
Three-hundred pound nigga, has to fuck him up
say that my projects shall undergo therapy
We never voted, we for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.

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The ill rap that kill
Destroy shit but they able to
Come fuck the real
Coward, play your part
This lace yo' heart
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 that kill
shit but they able to build
Come with the real

[Beanie
It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah no face
My bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knifework like a sword cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa Beez something
Bzzz, empty out the whole then reload
Shotgun barrel leave it smoking a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that
The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the
I a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just what I do for a quarter
no telling 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 nothing the father
He couldn't come these nuts I got
Or see Baltimore suck cock
I know most of wouldn't understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some will, and some niggaz won't
Like some 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 a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most dudes is fags
Put the guard on punks, the broom up they ass
Or the knife American meat
American Sig', it's Muslim, so I feeling Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me out the
cancer
I stop, won't stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my niggaz in (Yeah nigga)

Childs]
Guns from Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
Peach Snapples and scapals
Renaissance, I'll a pick in ya gut at the chapel
Or blow a for a box of Huggies
Cop with a box of dummies
Gummies, stuck to the project
is suited up and we ready for war