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 right Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
That's as far as it

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

The in the stash, we about the cash
We got females got it like that
The golden that bone the crowd
See in the place that bit my style

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof
got the answer
'Cuz if I had a chance to do it
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 ain't trick
Word to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out
With like I fucked Celine Dion

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

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

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

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

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid 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, your armor
Smash boy niggas, crush they 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 bodies to the murder
Knock out hurtin' my hand

I in the elevator we was playin' corners
Now we the corners and the cops is stayin' on us
where the war is
Where the court system's out of warrants
TNT be jumping out the Taurus

For real I call it
You see I love Lucy 'cuz she
She's exactly like that is
Snitch niggas your tongue
Already know the I'm from
And don't want no problems with them

We got a history, of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough it no mystery
vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent for every day

From the East to the Ville, from the to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging
From rat packs, the smallest crews enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless

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

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

we wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast, he Ghost
It's no joke, iron coat, with a scope
One toke, brains float, to the throat

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

The rat pack is back from the of Stat'
Leave you cursed us 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 Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, let it pearly ounces
Bang him with the that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm flaming
That nigga jumped up and did the Dash