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' 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 this 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)
give y'all the bullshit
Hook for niggas, check it out

The burners in the stash, we about the
We got females that got it that
The child's that bone the crowd
See niggas in the place that bit my

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

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

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

Yo, I drink heavy of Crew, play 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 the gray gun

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

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

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, tone 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, your armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my
My crew's fresh out the bars

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

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

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

We got a history, of lightning victories
Conceptual it ain't no mystery
Long vision, from in every way
Rap czars, flows for every 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, with an effortless

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

Move with poems, got a jones for dinero
160, my song, we elbows
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 with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a
One toke, brains float, to the throat

the smoke hit, witness the killing
Southern crime scene, on the block
Eyes open from the shock of being in the neck
Yet he's hella lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step into the chamber with the
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 first one to drunk off your Smirnoff
the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss

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