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, the Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard
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 paper together)
You motherfuckin' Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
as far as it goes?

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

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

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we 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 shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't enough
life to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out
With star-writers like I fucked Celine

Stuck everything that's the honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the shit that we on
Wu-Tang head-banger
Flood your space big waves like 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, my team pull up
We all wore down y'all broke niggas frontin'
Lines come stupid, plus ain't got no jury on
Bet I'm live and I'm coopin'

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

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith 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 pretty boy niggas, crush they
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my
My whole fresh out the bars

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 out of warrants
Where TNT be out the Taurus

For I can't call it
You see I love Lucy she Lawless
She's like that 10304 is
Snitch swallow your tongue
know the island I'm from
And y'all don't no problems with them

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

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

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

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

Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash
Yo son split his with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a
One toke, brains float, to the throat

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

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

Handcuffed to the turntables like Theodore
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
nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash