Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Millie Bros

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Inspektah
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?)
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)
That's as far as it

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

The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got that 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
if I had a chance to do it again
I will still the heat 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

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

Yo, I drink gallons of Crew, play the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill, selling Clarks
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 down y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus got no jury on
Bet I'm still live and I'm

Two of my fun through a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' so relax dude
Know I'm these cracks dude

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

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush karma
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, bodies to the murder land
Knock niggas out hurtin' my

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

For real I call it
You see I love Lucy 'cuz she
She's like that 10304 is
Snitch swallow your tongue
know the island I'm from
And don't want 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 West to the
Incredible rhymes, encouraging
From rat packs, the smallest crews enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an performance

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

Move mountains with poems, got a 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 rock 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, float, shot to the throat

Before the smoke hit, witness the
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 when you step into the chamber with the
Disaster, blast ya, 'cuz I have ta

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

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