Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Millie 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, 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?)
W'sup Don'
(All the way up)
You how we do
(Let's get this 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)
Lemme y'all the bullshit
Hook for niggas, check it out

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

I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
Wu-Tang got the
'Cuz if I had a to do it again
I will still keep the in my pants, uh

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

Stuck everything that's the God's honest
We airin' niggas out that's the type that we on
Official head-banger
Flood your 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
Yellow suede one matching hat with the gun

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team up
We all down y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
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 and sippin' Cognac so relax dude
I'm with these cracks dude

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

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

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag to the murder land
Knock niggas out my hand

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

For real I can't it
You see I love 'cuz she Lawless
exactly like that 10304 is
Snitch niggas swallow your
Already the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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