Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G.
Living in the Crack Spot, at Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from
Whether it's or it's late August
My shit is fresh cuz I the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a oxes
a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking the shift
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the spliff
My man, jumps out the with the A.R. fifth
And we barred from plenty of cuz we start shit
Parole hoes, six in the box
My little sister got her head off
She made it home shop
We cartons, Pampers, Similac formula
Anything it take because the paper keep ya
keep balling for sure, we want more
We make it from the tech and wop
The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have cups for us
To slow us up, they hit us dust
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 undergo therapy
We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and B.

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

[Beanie
It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah no face
My mack bullets burn tequila with no chase
My knifework like a guillotine cutting
Niggaz stop for my Killa Beez swarm something
Bzzz, out the whole 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 imagine I do for a quarter
no telling what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his
Son a nigga right in of his daughter
And I'm nothing the father
He couldn't come from nuts I got
Or see Baltimore suck this
I know most of wouldn't understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, niggaz will, and some niggaz won't
Like some niggaz kill, and some don't
a fake until you make it type of nigga
I'm a straight up it type of nigga
Pistol whip a nigga I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is
Put the on punks, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife American meat
American Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't Bush overseas
I think the wisdom 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 can't stop, 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 scapals
Renaissance, I'll a pick in ya gut at the chapel
Or a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop with a box of dummies
Gummies, to the project floors
is suited up and we ready for war