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 paper together)
You motherfuckin' Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
That's as far as it

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

The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got females that got it like
The golden that bone the crowd
See in the place 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 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 life to big screen Don, tapping out
With like I fucked Celine Dion

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

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

Niggas be for nothing, then my team pull up
We all wore down broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus got no jury on
Bet I'm still and I'm coopin'

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

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

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your
Smash boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll with my entourage
My crew's fresh 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 the corners and the cops 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 'cuz she
She's exactly that 10304 is
Snitch niggas swallow tongue
Already know the island I'm
And y'all want no problems with them

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

From the East to the Ville, the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging
From rat packs, the smallest crews were
They hit 'em fast, an effortless performance

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

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

Yeah we wild like stars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face 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, the killing
crime scene, body on the block
Eyes open the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet he's still lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, I have ta

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

Handcuffed to the turntables Wizard Theodore
See pure, let it rain 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 Damon