Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole of canned goods
jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Living in the Crack Spot, at Sheek Louch
The is far from garbage
Whether it's or it's late August
My shit is fresh cuz I the harvest
My cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, the lazer spliff
My man, out the whip with the A.R. fifth
And we barred plenty of parties 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
Anything it take because the paper keep ya
Gangstas balling for sure, we want more
We make it rain the tech and wop
The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough for us
To slow us up, hit us with dust
Then they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the
pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects shall undergo
We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and B.

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

Sigel]
It's the Broad Street and the Killah with no face
My mack bullets like tequila with no chase
My knifework like a guillotine cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa swarm something
Bzzz, empty out the clip then reload
Shotgun barrel it smoking like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about bullshit
The casket, the and the pastor in the pulpit
I kill a at the drop of a dime
Just imagine I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling what I do for a
Pop a right in front of his mama
Son a nigga in front of his daughter
And I'm nothing like the
He couldn't from these nuts I got
Or see Baltimore suck this
I know most of wouldn't understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and niggaz won't
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 whip a nigga 'til I break it of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most dudes is fags
Put the guard on punks, push the broom up ass
Or the like American meat
American Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling overseas
I think with the of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me out the
like
I stop, won't stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my swap in (Yeah nigga)

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