Luyện nghe bài hát Tony Sigel

[Ghostface
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of goods
jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Living in the Crack Spot, at Sheek Louch
The is far from garbage
Whether it's cold or it's late
My shit is cuz I catch the harvest
My little bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it
You know, we be the clocking the graveyard shift
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the spliff
My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R.
And we barred from plenty of parties cuz we shit
hoes, six months in the box
My sister got her head shaved off
She made it home from
We selling cartons, Pampers, Similac
Anything it take because the paper keep ya
Gangstas keep balling for sure, we more
We make it from the tech and wop
The Lex pouring and the precincts don't enough 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
say that my projects shall undergo therapy
We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and B.

P]
The ill rap niggaz kill
Destroy shit but they able to
Come with the real
Coward, better play part
This lace yo' heart
Get hit a Ghostface dart
And you better this shit to fullest
Or be ready to it
Or be hit with a B. Sig'
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 mack bullets burn like tequila with no
My knifework like a guillotine cutting
Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa Beez something
Bzzz, out the whole clip then reload
Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a stove
Yeah, and I'm all that bullshit
The casket, the and the pastor in the pulpit
I kill a nigga at the of a dime
Just imagine I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling what I do for a
Pop a nigga in front of his mama
Son a right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothing the father
He couldn't come these nuts I got
Or see suck this cock
I most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it... get it...
Yeah, some niggaz will, and some won't
Like some niggaz kill, and niggaz don't
You'se a fake you make it type of nigga
I'm a straight up take it of nigga
Pistol whip a nigga I break it type of nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most these is fags
Put the guard on punks, the broom up they ass
Or the knife like meat
Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a
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 swap in (Yeah nigga)

[Solomon
Guns imported Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
Peach Snapples and pretty
Renaissance, I'll a pick in ya gut at the chapel
Or blow a nigga for a box of
Cop with a box of dummies
Gummies, to the project floors
Niggaz is suited up and we for war