Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Milli Bros.

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Inspektah
M-E-T-H-O-D the
(The Man)

Straight up, Killa, the GZA
The Genius, it's the Ol' D-d-dirty
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

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

The in the stash, we about the cash
We got females that got it like
The child's that bone the crowd
See niggas in the place 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 the heat in my pants, uh

Y'all be nice to the heads, everybody listen up
I one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big Don, tapping dust-bones out
With like I fucked Celine Dion

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

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

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

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

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

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your
Smash boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the

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

I remember in the elevator we was playin'
Now we play the corners and the is stayin' on us
where the war is
Where the court running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the

For I can't call it
You see I love Lucy 'cuz she
She's exactly like that is
Snitch niggas swallow your
know the island I'm from
And y'all want no problems with them

We got a history, full of victories
breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Long vision, giants in every way
Rap czars, flows for every day

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

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

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

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

Before the smoke hit, witness the
Southern scene, body on the block
Eyes open from the shock of being in the neck
Yet he's still hella lit cigarette his fingers
when you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta ya, 'cuz I have ta

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

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