Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn
I Stack-A-Dollar a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G.
Living in the Spot, banging at Sheek Louch
The is far from garbage
Whether it's cold or late August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch the
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a 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 lazer
My man, jumps out the with the A.R. fifth
And we from plenty of parties cuz we start shit
Parole hoes, six in the box
My sister got her head shaved 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 rain the tech and wop
The Lex and the precincts don't have enough cups for us
To slow us up, hit us with dust
Then rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs
Three-hundred nigga, po-po has to fuck him up
They say my projects shall undergo 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 part
This shit'll yo' heart
Get hit with a dart
And you better live this to fullest
Or be ready to it
Or be hit with a B. bullet
The ill rap that kill
Destroy shit but they able to
fuck 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 guillotine cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa swarm something
Bzzz, empty out the clip then reload
Shotgun leave 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 what 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 right in of his daughter
And I'm like the father
He couldn't come these nuts I got
Or see suck this cock
I most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and some niggaz
Like some niggaz kill, and some don't
You'se a fake until you it type of nigga
I'm a straight up take it type of
Pistol whip a nigga I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, these dudes is fags
Put the guard on punks, the broom up they ass
Or the like American meat
American Sig', 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
like
I can't stop, won't stop, this how we do it from to Shaolin
All my swap in (Yeah nigga)

[Solomon
Guns imported Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
Snapples and pretty scapals
Renaissance, stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel
Or blow a nigga for a box of
Cop with a box of dummies
Gummies, stuck to the project
Niggaz is suited up and we for war