Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G.
Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Louch
The narcotics is far garbage
Whether it's cold or it's 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 the graveyard shift
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the spliff
My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R.
And we barred from plenty of cuz we start shit
Parole hoes, six in the box
My little sister got her head off
She it home from shop
We cartons, Pampers, Similac formula
it take because the paper keep calling ya
Gangstas keep for sure, we want more
We make it 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
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 voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.

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

[Beanie
It's the Street Bully and the Killah with no face
My mack bullets burn like tequila no chase
My knifework a guillotine sword cutting
Niggaz fronting for my Killa Beez swarm something
Bzzz, empty out the whole clip then
Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a stove
Yeah, and I'm all that bullshit
The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the
I a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a
Ain't no telling I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his
Son a nigga in front of his daughter
And I'm like the father
He couldn't from these nuts I got
Or see suck this cock
I know of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and niggaz won't
Like niggaz kill, and some niggaz don't
You'se a fake you make it type 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', it's Muslim, so I 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
cancer
I can't stop, stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my niggaz in (Yeah nigga)

Childs]
Guns imported from Dubai, wheelchairs and
Snapples and pretty scapals
Renaissance, I'll stick a 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 suited up and we for war