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)

up, Masta 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 motherfuckin' 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 y'all the bullshit
for y'all niggas, check it out

The burners in the stash, we about the
We got females that got it that
The golden 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 to do it again
I will still the heat in my pants, uh

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

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

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

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team up
We all wore down y'all 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 your
Front on react and sippin' so relax dude
I'm with these cracks dude

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith with shots
Lick shots, your head like a Shaolin monk 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 alligators, roll deep with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Move mountains poems, got a jones for dinero
160, my song, we throwin'
The hoes cling, sho thing, we kings
dime dikes, with minds 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, with a scope
One toke, float, shot to the throat

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

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

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