Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Millie Bros

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Deck
M-E-T-H-O-D the
(The Man)

up, Masta 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 motherfuckin' Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
as far as it goes?

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

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

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

Y'all be nice to the crack heads, listen up
I one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, dust-bones out
With like I fucked Celine Dion

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

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

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

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

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone with fifth shots
Lick shots, leave your head like a Shaolin monk six dots
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 of fire
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murder
Knock niggas out hurtin' my

I remember in the elevator we was playin'
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 jumping out the

For I can't call it
You see I love Lucy 'cuz she
exactly like that 10304 is
Snitch niggas your tongue
know the island I'm from
And y'all want no problems with them

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

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

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

Move mountains with poems, got a jones for
160, my song, we elbows
The cling, sho thing, we know 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, with a scope
One toke, brains float, to the throat

Before the smoke hit, the killing
Southern scene, body on the block
Eyes open from the 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, blast ya, 'cuz I have ta

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

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