Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Milli Bros.

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Inspektah
the B-O-B-B
(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 paper together)
You right Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
as far as it goes?

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

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

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

Y'all be nice to the crack heads, everybody 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 Dion

Stuck everything that's the God's 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 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 with the gun

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my 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 a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' Cognac so relax
Know I'm with cracks dude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MCs fleeing in flocks
those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
We grindin', down to the bone my name 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

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

Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash
Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't
It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a
One toke, float, shot to the throat

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

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

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