Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of goods
jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Louch
The narcotics is far from
Whether it's cold or it's late
My is fresh cuz I catch the harvest
My little cousin bubble and carry a couple oxes
Keep a by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the clocking the graveyard shift
Big bundles, our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff
My man, jumps out the whip the A.R. fifth
And we barred from plenty of parties cuz we shit
hoes, six months in the box
My little got her head shaved off
She it home from shop
We selling cartons, Pampers, formula
Anything it take because the paper keep ya
Gangstas balling for sure, we want more
We make it rain the tech and wop
The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough for us
To us up, they hit us with dust
Then they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll the cuffs
Three-hundred pound nigga, 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 that kill
shit but they able to build
Come fuck the real
Coward, better your part
This shit'll yo' heart
Get hit with a dart
And you better this shit 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

Sigel]
It's the Broad Street Bully and the with no face
My mack bullets burn like tequila no chase
My knifework like a sword cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa Beez swarm
Bzzz, empty out the whole clip then
Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke
Yeah, and I'm all about that
The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the
I kill a nigga at the of a dime
Just imagine I do for a quarter
Ain't no what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his
And I'm like the father
He couldn't from these nuts I got
Or see Baltimore suck this
I know most of y'all wouldn't
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 straight up take it type of
whip a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga
I'm on chumps, most these dudes is fags
Put the guard on punks, push the broom up ass
Or the like American meat
Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling Bush overseas
I think with the of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' to cut me out the track
like
I can't stop, won't stop, this how we do it from Philly to
All my niggaz in (Yeah nigga)

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