Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of goods
jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Living in the Spot, banging at Sheek Louch
The is far from garbage
Whether cold or it's late August
My shit is cuz I catch the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple
Keep a by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the lazer
My man, out the whip with the A.R. fifth
And we from plenty of parties cuz we start shit
hoes, six months in the box
My little got her head shaved off
She made it home from
We selling cartons, Pampers, Similac
Anything it take because the paper keep ya
Gangstas balling for sure, we want more
We make it rain from the and wop
The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have cups for us
To slow us up, they hit us with
Then rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs
Three-hundred nigga, po-po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects shall undergo
We never voted, we for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.

P]
The ill rap niggaz that
Destroy shit but able to build
fuck with the real
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 that kill
Destroy shit but they able to
Come with the real

Sigel]
It's the Broad Street Bully and the with no face
My mack bullets burn tequila with no chase
My knifework like a sword cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa Beez swarm
Bzzz, empty out the whole then reload
Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke
Yeah, and I'm all that bullshit
The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the
I kill a at the drop of a dime
Just what I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling I do for a dollar
Pop a right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in of his daughter
And I'm nothing like the
He couldn't come these nuts I got
Or see Baltimore this cock
I most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and niggaz won't
Like some niggaz kill, and niggaz don't
You'se a fake until you make it type of
I'm a straight up take it type of
Pistol whip a 'til I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is
Put the guard on punks, push the 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' to cut me out the track
like
I stop, won't stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my swap in (Yeah nigga)

Childs]
Guns imported from Dubai, wheelchairs and
Peach Snapples and pretty
Renaissance, I'll a pick in ya gut at the chapel
Or a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killas with a box of
Gummies, stuck to the project
Niggaz is suited up and we for war