Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Millie Bros

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Deck
the B-O-B-B
(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?)
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)
Lemme give y'all the
Hook for y'all niggas, it out

The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got females that got it that
The golden child's bone the crowd
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 one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, dust-bones out
With star-writers like I fucked Celine

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

Yo, I drink gallons of Crew, play the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill, selling Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on the vest pose
suede one matching hat with the gray gun

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

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

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

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

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
Drop him off in the of fire
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the land
niggas 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 can't it
You see I love Lucy 'cuz she
She's exactly that 10304 is
Snitch niggas swallow your
know the island I'm from
And y'all want no problems with them

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

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

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

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

we wild like rock 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, to the throat

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

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

Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard
See it's pure, let it pearly ounces
Bang him with the thing hang from the trousers
You want no drama, I'm flaming fast
nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash