Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Milli Bros.

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

Straight up, Killa, the GZA
The Genius, the Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard
One, two, one, two
(Killer Beats)
Turn it up, 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 motherfuckin' 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)
Lemme give y'all the
Hook for niggas, check it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
Drop him off in the of fire
Dirty Island, drag 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
the court system's running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the

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

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

From the to the Ville, from the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging
From rat packs, the 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', to the bone my name 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 thousand in

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

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

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

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

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