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)

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?)
Don' 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 about to go off on some real
Wu shit, uh, huh
(WTC, Ghost-face)
give y'all the bullshit
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 that bone the
See niggas in the that bit my style

I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
Wu-Tang got the
'Cuz if I had a chance to do it
I still keep 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 to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out
star-writers like I fucked Celine Dion

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

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

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, my team pull up
We all wore down y'all broke niggas 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 of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks

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

the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor
Smash boy niggas, crush they 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 murder
Knock niggas out hurtin' my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rat pack is from the Island of Stat'
Leave you cursed us 'cuz you 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 rain ounces
Bang him the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Damon