Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn
I like a whole rack of canned goods
jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Living in the Spot, banging at Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from
Whether it's cold or it's August
My shit is cuz I catch the harvest
My cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys the graveyard shift
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the spliff
My man, jumps out the with the A.R. fifth
And we barred plenty of parties cuz we start shit
hoes, six months in the box
My sister got her head shaved off
She made it home shop
We selling cartons, Pampers, Similac
Anything it take the paper keep calling ya
Gangstas keep 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
they 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 voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.

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

Sigel]
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 stop fronting for my Killa Beez something
Bzzz, empty out the whole then reload
Shotgun barrel leave it like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all that bullshit
The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the
I kill a nigga at the of a dime
imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling 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 come from these nuts I got
Or see Baltimore suck this
I know most of y'all understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and niggaz won't
some niggaz kill, and some niggaz don't
You'se a until you make it type of nigga
I'm a up take it type of nigga
whip 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 ain't Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me out the
cancer
I can't stop, won't stop, how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my swap in (Yeah nigga)

Childs]
Guns from Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
Snapples and pretty scapals
Renaissance, I'll stick a in ya gut at the chapel
Or a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killas a box of dummies
Gummies, stuck to the floors
Niggaz is suited up and we for war