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' 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 to go off on some real 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 that got it that
The golden child's bone the crowd
See niggas in the place bit my style

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

Y'all be nice to the heads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping out
With star-writers I fucked Celine Dion

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
Drop him off in the of fire
Dirty Island, bodies to the murder land
niggas out hurtin' my hand

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

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

We got a history, full of lightning
Conceptual breakthrough it no mystery
Long vision, from giants in way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for day

From the East to the Ville, from the to the hills
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 grounded in
I'm Mr Violence we with Chrome
Mr Violence we in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a thousand in stones

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

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

Before the smoke hit, witness the
Southern crime scene, body on the
open from the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet still hella lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step into the chamber 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
the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss

Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard
See it's pure, let it pearly ounces
Bang him the thing that hang from the trousers
You want no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Dash