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

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

The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got females that got it like
The golden child's that bone the
See in the place that bit my style

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

be nice to the crack heads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe trick enough
life to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out
With star-writers like I fucked Celine

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

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

Niggas be for nothing, then my team pull up
We all wore y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus got no jury on
Bet I'm live and I'm coopin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Violence we with Chrome
Mr Violence we in his home, hit the housing on Rome
like a hundred thousand in stones

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

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

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

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