Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a rack of canned goods
jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Louch
The is far from garbage
Whether it's cold or late August
My shit is fresh cuz I the harvest
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 clocking the shift
Big bundles, our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff
My man, jumps out the with the A.R. fifth
And we barred from 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, formula
Anything it take because the paper keep ya
Gangstas balling for sure, we want more
We it rain 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 shall therapy
We never voted, we for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.

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

Sigel]
It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah no face
My bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knifework a guillotine sword cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa Beez something
Bzzz, out the whole clip then reload
Shotgun barrel leave it smoking 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 drop of a
Just what I do for a quarter
no telling what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in of his mama
Son a nigga in front of his daughter
And I'm nothing the father
He couldn't come from these I got
Or see Baltimore suck cock
I know most of y'all understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, niggaz will, and some niggaz won't
Like some 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
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, these dudes is fags
Put the guard on punks, push the up they ass
Or the like American meat
American Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling overseas
I think the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' to cut me out the track
cancer
I can't stop, won't stop, how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
All my swap in (Yeah nigga)

Childs]
Guns imported Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
Peach Snapples and 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
is suited up and we ready for war