Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Milli Bros.

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

Straight up, Killa, the GZA
The Genius, it's the Ol' Bastard
One, two, one, two
(Killer Beats)
Turn it up, it up
The headphones, it up

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

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

The in the stash, we about the cash
We got that got it like that
The golden child's that the crowd
See niggas in the that bit my style

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof
got the answer
'Cuz if I had a to do it again
I will still keep the in my pants, uh

Y'all be nice to the crack heads, everybody up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping out
star-writers like I fucked Celine Dion

Stuck everything the God's honest beyond
We niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Official head-banger
Flood space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka

Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill, selling Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the pose
Yellow suede one matching hat with the gun

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

Two of my fun through a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' Cognac so dude
Know I'm with cracks dude

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

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

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
Drop him off in the middle of
Dirty Island, bodies to the murder land
Knock niggas out my hand

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

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

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

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

MCs fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and
We grindin', down to the bone my name grounded in
I'm Mr Violence we loungin' Chrome
Mr Violence we in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in

Move mountains poems, got a jones for dinero
160, my song, we throwin'
The cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes, with right, we choose Queens

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

the smoke hit, witness the killing
Southern crime scene, on the block
Eyes open the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet he's still hella lit cigarette between his
Danger when you step into the with the master
Disaster, blast ya, 'cuz I have ta

The rat pack is back from the of Stat'
Leave you us 'cuz you worship the gat
The one to snap drunk off your Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the

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