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

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

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we 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 enough
life to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out
With star-writers like I Celine Dion

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

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

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

Two of my fun through a pack of your wolves
on react and sippin' Cognac so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks

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, your armor
Smash boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones alligators, roll deep with my entourage
My whole fresh out the bars

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

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

For real I call it
You see I love Lucy she Lawless
She's exactly that 10304 is
Snitch niggas your tongue
Already know the island I'm
And y'all want no problems with them

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

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

MCs fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and
We grindin', down to the bone my name in stone
I'm Mr we loungin' with Chrome
Mr we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in

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

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

Before the smoke hit, witness the
Southern crime scene, on the block
Eyes open from the shock of being in the neck
Yet he's still hella lit between his fingers
Danger when you step into the with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, 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 bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the

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