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 motherfuckin' Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
That's as far as it

Sound about to go off on some live
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 females got it like that
The golden child's that 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 will still keep the in my pants, uh

Y'all be nice to the crack heads, everybody up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't enough
Word life to big Don, tapping dust-bones out
With star-writers like I fucked Celine

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

Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big
Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids
notes, yo, the Guess 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
Lines come digital stupid, ain't got no jury on
Bet I'm live and I'm coopin'

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

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

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab armor
pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, 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 to the murder land
Knock niggas out hurtin' my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah we wild like rock stars who guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast, he Ghost
It's no joke, iron coat, with a scope
One toke, brains float, shot to the

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

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

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