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)
Turn it up, it up
The headphones, it up

Yo, you me?
(Yeah, up Toney?)
Don' 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 to go off on some real live
Wu shit, uh, huh
(WTC, Ghost-face)
give y'all the bullshit
Hook for y'all niggas, it out

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

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

Y'all be nice to the heads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping out
With like I fucked Celine Dion

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

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

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my pull up
We all wore down broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no on
Bet I'm still and I'm coopin'

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

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

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab armor
Smash boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my
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 out hurtin' my hand

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

For real I call it
You see I love 'cuz she Lawless
She's like that 10304 is
Snitch swallow your tongue
Already know the I'm from
And don't want no problems with them

We got a history, full of victories
Conceptual breakthrough it no mystery
vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for day

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

MCs start in flocks
those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
We grindin', to the bone my name grounded in stone
I'm Mr we loungin' with Chrome
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
Only dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens

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

Before the hit, witness the killing
Southern crime scene, on the block
open from the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet still hella lit cigarette between his fingers
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 cursed us you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off your
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the

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