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

The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got that got it like that
The golden child's that bone the
See niggas in the that 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 still keep the heat in my pants, uh

Y'all be to the crack heads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick
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 type that we on
Official head-banger
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 kids
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 broke niggas stay
come digital stupid, plus ain't 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 these cracks

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

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

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

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

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

We got a history, full of lightning
Conceptual breakthrough it 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
From rat packs, the smallest crews enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless

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

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

Yeah we wild like 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, brains float, to the throat

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

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

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