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
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G.
in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from
Whether cold or it's late August
My is fresh cuz I catch the harvest
My little bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the clocking the graveyard shift
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the spliff
My man, out the whip with the A.R. fifth
And we barred from of parties cuz we start shit
hoes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head off
She made it home shop
We selling cartons, Pampers, Similac
Anything it take because the paper calling ya
Gangstas keep balling for sure, we more
We make it rain from the and wop
The Lex pouring and the don't have enough cups for us
To slow us up, they hit us with
Then they rush, bust, my big man break the cuffs
Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to him up
They say that my projects shall undergo
We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and B.

P]
The ill rap niggaz kill
Destroy but they able to build
Come fuck with the
Coward, play your 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 a B. Sig' bullet
The ill rap niggaz kill
Destroy but they able to build
Come fuck with the

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

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