Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Milli Bros.

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Inspektah
the B-O-B-B
(The Man)

Straight up, Killa, the GZA
The Genius, it's the Ol' D-d-dirty
One, two, one, two
(Killer Beats)
it up, turn it up
The headphones, it up

Yo, you me?
(Yeah, up Toney?)
Don' Don'
(All the way up)
You how we do
(Let's get this together)
You right Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
That's as far as it

Sound about to go off on some live
Wu shit, uh, huh
(WTC, Ghost-face)
give y'all the bullshit
Hook for niggas, check it out

The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got that got it like that
The golden child's that bone the
See in the place that bit my style

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we brothers
Wu-Tang got the
'Cuz if I had a to do it again
I still keep the heat in my pants, uh

Y'all be to the crack heads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't enough
Word life to big screen Don, dust-bones out
star-writers like I fucked Celine Dion

Stuck everything that's the honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the shit that we on
Wu-Tang head-banger
Flood your space with big waves you did in Sri Lanka

Yo, I drink heavy of Crew, play the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill, kids Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest
Yellow suede one hat with the gray gun

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, my team pull up
We all wore y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no on
Bet I'm live and I'm coopin'

Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of wolves
Front on react and Cognac so relax dude
I'm with these cracks dude

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith fifth shots
Lick shots, leave your head a Shaolin monk with six dots
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo

It's the return of Bin Laden, your armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush karma
Eat bones with alligators, deep with my entourage
My whole crew's out the bars

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag to the murder land
Knock out hurtin' my hand

I remember in the we was playin' corners
Now we play the and the cops is stayin' on us
Staten's the war is
Where the system's running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the

For I can't call it
You see I love 'cuz she Lawless
She's like that 10304 is
Snitch niggas swallow tongue
Already the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems with

We got a history, of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no
vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for day

From the East to the Ville, the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, skills
From rat packs, the smallest crews enormous
They hit 'em fast, an effortless performance

MCs start fleeing in
Especially those that's more sensitive to and shock
We grindin', down to the my name grounded in stone
I'm Mr Violence we with Chrome
Mr we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred in stones

Move mountains with poems, got a for dinero
160, my song, we elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we kings
Only dime dikes, minds right, we choose Queens

Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash
Yo son his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost
no joke, iron coat, rifle with a scope
One toke, brains float, to the throat

Before the smoke hit, the killing
Southern scene, body on the block
Eyes from the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet he's still hella lit between his fingers
Danger when you step into the chamber with the
Disaster, blast ya, 'cuz I have ta

The rat is back from the Island of Stat'
you cursed us 'cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off your
Blow the ear off, let him floss he the boss

Handcuffed to the turntables like Theodore
See it's pure, let it rain pearly
him with the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Dash